Hey, Houston ~ 8.13.18
I’ve had a few steroid injections as of late, and as ever, troubles followed.
“Houston, We Have a Problem.”
Not sleeping. Acting out of character. Not paying enough attention to finances.
At least so far it’s been a “giddy” euphoric mania, not dysphoric and rageful.
Only good thing is that I’ve been a lot more artistic, especially with writing. Those things tend to become dulled for those of us with this disease and the taking of mood stabilizers.
I can’t let it go on too much longer or become more intense. If that happens, I could easily be introduced to a behavioral hospital in San Antonio for the first time. I’d prefer not. Sigh.
At least, I recognize it. I’ve got family and friends helping me keep in check. It’s a trade-off. No steroid injections, the more intense the physical pain.
I could say the dilemma is unfair as hell, but I digress. Others are going through worse, and I knew this was a gamble. Still sucks, though.