Meltdown....Espresso, concerta and skipping meds DO NOT mix!

Ok, so most of you read my first post of the day. If you didn't you need to go see my brilliant answers, some were actually humorous, at least in my espresso amped, concerta wired mind of the morning.

Warning: My language in this post is not lady like, nor diva like, so click out now if you'll be offended.

This day went from really great to complete crap in a matter of hours. Skipping one of my meds today WAS NOT a good thing! Martha Stewart would be so disappointed, like I care what the jail bird would think anyway.

I was on the bike riding through town and was beginning to feel a little shaky, not good when your on a Harley. Then an A-hole, I actually think I called him something beginning with "F" and ending with "R" almost killed me on the motorcycle today by trying to zip around me while I was changing lanes. Idiot (again said in Napoleon Dynamite style).

So I'm home and after taking my meds, video chatting with my bestie the Brat and downing a couple of anti-anxiety pills and I think I may actually live. It was a close one though. I almost, I mean within seconds before the Brat calling, I was ready to call 911.

The Green-Eyed Brat

Isn't she gorgeous? She's SO much fun too, and she gets me!

A good thing that happened today was that when I left the doctor's office I went to get on my Harley.

Isabella and me

Anyway back to my story. I walked out of the doctor's office carrying all my riding gear and was dressed in Biker Chick, uh, Biker S**T (add an L and a U) wear and this really hot guy comes up to me and says "Wow, you're every man's dream looking like that AND riding a Harley." So I was feeling I was all that. Then I got a voicemail and it was nothing, just a reminder that I needed to drop off a check with my insurance guy. I freaking began crying. WTH?

I knew that the crying, the shaking and the general feeling of doom was not a sign that I should be riding more. I went home and continued to decline. Bipolar really SUCKS ASS sometimes! But after a couple of the anti-anxiety whatever they were I decided to tell you a few things that REALLY piss me off!

 This is how I felt today. Actually that would be me if he had blonde hair, platinum and diamond jewelry and a white and pink Harley.

HATES:

• Having bipolar and having to be med dependent.
• Someone telling me to "buck it up" because that's what he'd do. F that crap!
• People telling me that my kids are "lucky to have us." Uh, idiots, We're lucky to have them! Well, most of the time.
• People that call my kids "mixed." They are AMERICAN! (Thanks Pam for reminding me of how stupid that comment is.)
• People ragging on me and thinking that I'm a witch because I drive a Mercedes. Hello, my dad begged me to buy my mom's Jaguar when she died. He couldn't sell it to a stranger and he couldn't see it in the garage. I bought it. I couldn't afford it and rolled it into my mortgage. I traded it for the Mercedes. So see, driving my car does not mean that am anything but a smart consumer. The warranty was about to run out on the Jag and it had a really good trade in value. Mercedes is an incredibly made car. Smart move on my part. NOT a status statement!

Mom's car Kitty

That car was like riding a Thoroughbred race horse! I cried so hard when I had to let her go. Here's a post about that.

• When kids don't understand when I say shut the heck up or I'll get the duct tape that I mean business!
• Did I mention that a lot of the time I really hate being bipolar? Except the doc says it adds to my creativity?
• Not being able to legally duct tape my kids mouths, just for short periods of time. Just kidding, mostly.
• Having to get up to pee. That gets really irritating.
• That my dog and one of my granddaughters are crazy for my husband and NOT me unless i give them treats. *tear*
• That the Brat lives so freaking far away.
• That my sons-in-law refuse to allow me to have my picture taken with the Gypsy Jokers. Ok, so I admit that is a rebellious thought on my part. They guys are really scumbags. Look 'em up, scary dudes along the lines of the Vagos who(m) I detest!
• Clothes that smell like mildew, kids that wear clothes that smell like mildew, mildew in general.
• I really think that my cognitive ability, my spelling and my writing in proper form have declined because of the medications I have to endure.
• Some of my closest friends are internet friends and I haven't had the chance to meet them. Karyn, Terrie, Stephanie, oh hell I'm going blank....dang meds. There are many more! :(
• People that can't get over that I'm a chick that packs and rides a Harley. 
• Intolerance in all forms. 
• Badly made lattes. Jolene makes the most incredible lattes EVER! Perfect foam! Maybe I should switch to cappuccinos? I that even spelled correctly?
• That my parents were taken from me too soon. 
• I miss my brothers

Ok, my ranting for the day is over. Time for a nap, that was exhausting but it sure felt good to get it out!