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Got up later than planned this morning, and therefore got less Hardy Boys done than I would have liked. Still, I've done final finishes on 14 pages in the last two days, so Jim should be at least moderately happy with the output. Tonight George will (hopefully) be able to do some flats for me, thus shaving some time off my schedule.
Saw Dr. S today, who was pleased to hear that the addition of Cytomel to my drug cocktail is having good results: decreased chronic suicidality and a slight increase in overall energy. He wants to see me again in two weeks, and won't even consider adjusting my meds down (removing meds from the equation) until I've been stable for a few visits, or about three months. *crosses fingers* I don't like being on this many pills. It's hard on my liver (which is holding up well, all things considered), and part of me still doesn't sit right with depending on medication to keep an even keel mentally and emotionally.
On the way home, picked up some printer ink and some thin braided white silk cord for another witches' ladder, this one to be kept on the studio altar for rosaries during the day.
Off to bellydancing class in a few minutes. I'm actually looking forward to it, though I was in a low mood this morning -- it requires an entirely different kind of thinking than painting comics, and is a good break from the stress of working long hours. I also hope to pick up another bellydancing music tape tonight, a more traditional one than the remix CD I bought last week (Sahara Lounge, which was wonderful, BTW).
Saw Dr. S today, who was pleased to hear that the addition of Cytomel to my drug cocktail is having good results: decreased chronic suicidality and a slight increase in overall energy. He wants to see me again in two weeks, and won't even consider adjusting my meds down (removing meds from the equation) until I've been stable for a few visits, or about three months. *crosses fingers* I don't like being on this many pills. It's hard on my liver (which is holding up well, all things considered), and part of me still doesn't sit right with depending on medication to keep an even keel mentally and emotionally.
On the way home, picked up some printer ink and some thin braided white silk cord for another witches' ladder, this one to be kept on the studio altar for rosaries during the day.
Off to bellydancing class in a few minutes. I'm actually looking forward to it, though I was in a low mood this morning -- it requires an entirely different kind of thinking than painting comics, and is a good break from the stress of working long hours. I also hope to pick up another bellydancing music tape tonight, a more traditional one than the remix CD I bought last week (Sahara Lounge, which was wonderful, BTW).
