Depression is setting in.
The desire to cut is getting stronger.  Was tempted to sneak off into my office and just put a mark on my arm and blame it on being off my medication.
But it's a good thing I'm off my medication.  The arm twitches are completely gone.  The nausea is almost completely gone.  It's just fleeting now, minor little blips instead of crippling daily attacks.
So I guess it will be back to the drawing board on medication for my bipolar depression.  At least this has proved the oily voice wrong...the medicine is working and it's so nice not to battle depression over the most mundane things.
Like today's been a pretty good day all around.  We had our visit from Corporate today, but they were kind enough to skip over my classroom completely.  Nice because the lead teacher for the day, Morgan, is out (her father recently died) AND the person who was supposed to be helping me out didn't show up.  So it was just me in the classroom.  Bored as hell, but at least Corporate wasn't there, breathing down my neck.  So that's something to be happy about.  Granted, I might get my visit tomorrow, but that's ok.  The  other lead teacher, Holly, will be back and running the classroom.  I did an ok job, but I doubt Corporate would have been overly pleased.  But I'm not going to bust my ass.  I'm NOT the lead teacher and I'm not getting paid to be a lead teacher, so I won't be going all out for it.  *shrugs*  That's just how it's going down right now.  My give-a-shit is broken and I could care less (hurray for the depression flare up).
But it will get better.  It's not that bad just yet, and I'll be calling my psychiatrist soon to see where we go from here.