I'm not sure if the almost constant nausea and general "ickyness" are solely due to my psych meds or not. All I know is that I'm more sensitive to motion then usual, heat, eating, not eating, sleeping, not sleeping, being too active and sometimes nothing at all make me sick. It's to the point that I didn't brush my teeth tonight because standing made me feel too bad. Melinda and Trevor hand me things so I can keep lying down, and I'm wondering if I will have to do tilty art for the rest of my life. (I can't draw straight lying down). I can see people in the future looking for the deeper meaning in all of my crooked drawings. "Maybe, it has to do with her feeling out of place in the world." "No, I think it symbolizes her struggle with mental illness." Little would they know that it's something as simple as an upset tummy.
Now to stop complaining. :) I'm super lucky to have Melinda and Trevor who are extremely patient and understanding when I don't feel well emotionally or physically. Also Trevor kindly sharpened all of my charcoal pencils for me today (with hair cutting scissors, I really miss my exacto knives). And the other day Melinda Obligingly fed me chicken nuggets so I could keep working with the clay. In other News I started a charcoal drawing of tree roots with a human heart. I will post it when I finish as well as my drawing Lonely Myocardium. Oh and of course the polymer clay bouquet I made. :)
Also my I will be meeting my therapist twice a week since the insurance has kicked in now. That should be interesting. All in all I do like her, shes the first therapist I haven't been able to bullshit. Plus she likes my artwork and laughs at my jokes so what's not to love?
I really should end with one of my usual quips. However my mind has gone blank, please feel free to obligingly laugh.
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