Dig Your Chili

Found out today that I do not need to have a bone graft.  So apparently I am not Grafty .  Which is handy dandy swell with me.   And on a totally unrelated note - Michael, my kick ass commando army BroNLaw , is back home safe from Iraq.  I am glad that he is home safe and sound!!!   And on another totally unrelated note I actually had a good date last night.  I repeat I had a good date.  What? Is this even possible.  Apparently yes.  But then after having a good date I decide that it is call a douche bag night and called an ex and arranged to have drinks with him.  WHAT??? I am blaming this one squarely on BP 2, however, it is really nothing more than  commitment phobe issues surfacing.  Living life as always on the crazy side.  It will be interesting to see what happens ;)

I have been mostly officially diagnosed with Bi Polar 2 disorder.  Note the 2 there because that is a very IMPORTANT distinction.  I don't want to be labeled a Bi Polar 1 .. those bitches are crazy!  And I say mostly officially (in such well schooled grammar I might add) because my insurance company is crap for nutter care so I didn't want to pay out of pocket for a trip to the shrink.  So between my therapist and GP the diagnosis was made.   Not really much has changed except I have to take a stupid medicine called Abilify .  Like I was UnAble before?  Ass Faces.  Who names these things?  Someone not diagnosed with BP 2 I assure you.   But I have been milking (or trying to) the diagnosis.  A typical conversation these days at home goes like this: Jan: Marg did you clean the cat litter box? Marg : Dude you know that I am mentally ill. Jan: Um. Ok but did you clean the cat litter box? Marg (screaming now): You think I am capable of the little things?? Have you no respect for