My life as a bipolar twenty somthing.

Offers Offers Everywhere but not a Cent to Spend.

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 09:25:04 -0700

I woke up this morning to a ringing phone, not the most pleasant way to wake up (phones do not bring you breakfast). I did not answer it because I did not recognize the number, so it went to voicemail. Turn out it was a job offer. I had tested and interviewed with a large technology corporation in town about two Weeks ago and it turns out that they want me. It was the longest interview process I had ever been through. Before I came into the interview I was told they wanted me to fill out an ...

Mental health star of honor.

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 14:52:56 -0700

I went to see my psychiatrist today. Unfortunately a rain of Biblical proportion was beating down on me. His office is about twenty miles away from where I live. I had not seen him in over a month so I was interested in seeing what he had to say. I told him about the port incident yesterday and he just laughed at me, he said it is okay for me to drink again. Not that I want to go get hammered and dance on a table or anything, just a beer with frito chi ...

Arizona Dreaming.

Sun, 14 Oct 2007 18:51:31 -0700

I grew up in Arizona, at least from age 3 to 12. We lived in a suburb of Phoenix called Glendale. Because of this I know a lot about Arizona history and various flora and fauna. Gila monsters, cactus and the Sonoran desert.The area was about 5 years old, beyond our backyard was miles and miles of undeveloped desert. The sunsets were mind blowing and made up for the fact that occasionally there were scorpions in your shoes. Lots of things happened in that desert. My first cigarette, my first ...

Betty's Palm Reading and Car Inspection.

Sun, 14 Oct 2007 13:05:25 -0700

Being Bipolar is full of the unexpected. Like the time the birds told me to turn the backyard into and estuary, they also wanted me to paint pictures of them with my own paint made from berries and tree bark. That one ended in a hospitalization. Oh, and the time I had and itch on my leg that I scratched until it was bleeding. Another hospitalization. Or the time lighting myself on fire seemed like a good idea. You guessed it, hospitalization.

All in all since April when I was diag ...