BP2

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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 BP2 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 mental illness?????

And it goes on and on until Jan gets off her lazy ass and cleans the cat litter box for me ;) Don't tell anyone but I might be onto something here.


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