Shouts From Down Under

Surfing the perfect Manic Depressive wave.

I'm feeling like my head is exploding. In the middle of NaNoWriMo is not the time to be changing medications, even worse to have to stop taking them cold turkey. Maybe that Turkey Gram someone paid forward to me was of more import than at first appearances.

So. It's headaches, the not to be denied urgent need for the loo, a brain filled with liquid swilling around, sinuses that feel like strands of barbwire from nostril to temple and beyond, into my hear drums. From ear to 'ere, Their addition to distress they're donating freely is without doubt there.

Is this making any sense, or publishing cents? I feel like I've been drug violently off the drug, it's a drag, a sensitive physician in drag.

Ok. enough!

That's the hilarious, slightly too long laugh, that warble that has an edge of hysteria pinning insanity to the corkboard of our identity, at least from the Doctor's and our peers point of view.

Sparky

STATIC

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PS. I'll get back to blogging something readable when an alternative medication kicks in, meantime maybe something brilliant will spew out of my masticated mind during this Bi-polar pinnacle.