This ride has ended.

Last night I managed to choke down my final Lithium pill.

It's the last time I'll feel like I swallowed blood chased by a glass of lemonade or something equally as strong {wine}.

The dose I've been on for the past week hasn't been therapeutic but I took it to sustain the weaning process.

I'm so glad this is over.

For the most part, my head is clear with only spouts of fogginess here and there. The side-effects have been gone for some time.

What happens next? I don't know. I'm not going to panic unless I have to and right now I'm not panicking. I'd like to keep it that way.

I got my brand new yoga dvd in the mail yesterday evening. The sessions are short so I can fit at least one a day in and if I'm feeling nuts, I'll do a few back to back. I know, I live on the edge.

The biggest problem I face on the daily is work. From 8 in the morning until 4 in the evening, I sit behind my desk in my own office and twiddle my thumbs. I have work to complete, but I'm usually finished by 9 at the latest and then I sit some more. I'm happy to have a job, I know so many who aren't working, it's just the down time right now that's working me over. I like projects. I like to use my creativity. I get none of that here. This is the longest I've ever been with a company, 6 years this September. My skin is itching and no matter how long I scratch, it doesn't go away.

By the time I make it home, I'm moody and don't want to do anything there. I force myself to cook and that's about it. It's really messing with all kinds of mojo.

I close by saying, for the most part, I'm content. I'm proud to be med-free. I'm okay.