Good days, bad days, we get through them, don't we!

The last two days were fine emotionally for me, but physically I just didn't feel well. I'm positive it was the seroquel I took the other night, it always seems to give me GI problems between 18 and 24 hours later. Not fun.

Last night, especially, I felt like crap. I still forced myself to bike 10 miles. This morning, I honestly wasn't sure I was going to get through the workout at Lifetime, but I did it.

Made it through, that is what counts. I keep telling myself, winners don't quit, even if it hurts.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my new mantra. Winners don't quit.

Oh, and I got 6 hours of sleep WITHOUT the stupid seroquel. So I think I'm going to be able to handle the sleep problems without drugs. AND, I saw the neurologist today, set up sleep studies and a couple of other things. That experience was very different from the one I had last week with the opthamologist. She asked me a lot of questions about medical history, and I told her I was diagnosed with bipolar. I was kind of waiting for the weird reaction, which didn't come. So I asked her if it was a factor (which I know it is in the insomnia), and she said "not really, it isn't relevant to sleep apnea." Which was nice, her attitude was like "so what, it's just one of a thousand medical conditions patients present with". Made me feel reassured that not everyone in the world is prejudiced.