High Gear

I've been running in manic mode most of the day.  I managed to get more work done before the boss left for the day, than I have all week.  I was like a silver bullet, darting from one thing to the next, but somehow managing to get it all done.  I guess that's one good thing about being bipolar; if you're lucky, and can channel the highs just right, you can get quite a bit accomplished in a short time.

My meds finally arrived today, thank you God and UPS!  I couldn't wait to get that box open!  I know that every dose means I'll be a bit closer to stability again...well, as stable as I ever am.  The pills aren't perfect; it's not even the "real" lithium like you'd get at the drugstore, but it's all I can take.  That other stuff almost killed me, and that was quite enough of that!  So, I do the best I can with what I can tolerate.

It's 10:30 and I'm finally all tired out, but I can't go to bed just yet.  I promised I'd clock him out in a little while, when he "officially" arrives home, even though we've already had supper.  Just computerized, corporate b.s. but...has to be done this way ever since they set up that fancy new system.  But the minute I get him all squared away...my head has a date with a pillow!