I was woken up by a vampire nurse who stuck a needle in my arm to draw 5.5 viles of blood though she told me only about drawing 4, (presumably her personal stash was getting low). I was so tired I didn't really care I just laid in bed only getting up to take my meds and get breakfast, they forgot my breakfast tray but I didn't bother bringing it up I just slept until noon. When I called Jude he was really upset. The neighbours claimed the cat he took in (while pregnant and full of fleas) was theirs. Jude's drunk landlord got involved and made things worse. He's been out of control. Jude was planning on going to the states to escape it all. I was upset but supportive, offering him to live with me.
I talked to Dr S and she says my dose on Divalproex (mood stabilizer) is too low and that it would be put at 750mgs as of tomorrow night. She is also cutting the sleeping pill to half a dose and taking me off antidepressants as they can alter moods and she had seen me on a large manic streak. After she sent me to Art therapy where I met a girl close to my age, we chatted a bit as we have alot in common. Finally, someone.
Jude came to visit as usual and I convinced him to move in with me instead of leave Canada. More to look forward to for me. That night Jude and I talked for a solid 4 hours completely immersed. It was amazing.
That night mania got worse. I sat in my room scribbling on paper imagining it to be great art I scribbled and clawed at my arm as the sensation was pleasing and I wanted to see how far I could go before it hurt too much. on the paper with scribbles I wrote "MY Mind" I felt like god. thank god the sleeping pills knocked me out while I sat up in my bed.
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