Holy matrimony am I a mess. You see, I have to take bipolar medicine twice a day because I’m LOCO and if my husband doesn’t ask me if I took my morning dose I always forget them. The irony is that I always take them before he asks me unless it’s a day that he doesn’t ask me (usually on the weekends because it’s when I disable the house alarm that sends a text to his phone that I did so and it’s his reminder to ask me, he disables it on the weekends while I’m asleep so he forgets).
So last night at about 7:30 I walk into the bathroom to pee and I glance at my pills. Sunday is still full. I begin to question if it really is Sunday and then I went over the weekend in my head to remember that yes, it was indeed Sunday and I had absolutely forgotten my medicine. I take them and tell my husband who follows up with a “What the fuck” (maybe an “Oh shit”) and I proceed to put the kids and husband to bed.
Then I freaked out.
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