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I started a post last weekend, but my could dissolved before it became did.
However, I jerked awake at 6:15am after a frankly horrible nightmare, and haven't quite shaken it.
It pushed me out of bed, to the store and into a mixed state of hypomania before I could blink.
It's been a really stressful week. I got sick again, and spent four out of five days out of work. My sister, who works at a bank, made a mistake and has been off for three days, waiting to see if she has a job. They still haven't called her, which is just unconscionable. It was just under $900. She's been there four years. They'd just promoted her to head teller. Yet they've left her hanging for three days without a word. I want to set them on fire for doing this to her.
Aside from that, things are good, though I'm wincing at the lack of time that I had for this illness. I'm taking my pills like a good girl, and trying to not lose my mind. As my nightmare proved, I might not be doing the best job at it.
If there's a major trigger I own that it didn't hit, I don't know it. Dead mom issues, check. Disappointing family members, check. Dying family members, check. Being helpless and imprisoned/kept somewhere against my will, check. (ask me about buying my last car, it was horrific.) Harm to animals--my animals, check. War/violence, check. Serious incurable illness, check.
I'm kind of a mess today. It wasn't so much jerk brain as complete psychotic asshole brain. If I'd done a better job of taking my meds this week (it's hard for me to remember morning meds when I'm out of work), I'd have skipped cymbalta today, since it tends to hype me. (thus it being a morning med.)
Fortunately, after copious amounts of Greek food, i'm feeling more grounded in my body. Fucking brain.
I hate doing this on a weekend.
However, I jerked awake at 6:15am after a frankly horrible nightmare, and haven't quite shaken it.
It pushed me out of bed, to the store and into a mixed state of hypomania before I could blink.
It's been a really stressful week. I got sick again, and spent four out of five days out of work. My sister, who works at a bank, made a mistake and has been off for three days, waiting to see if she has a job. They still haven't called her, which is just unconscionable. It was just under $900. She's been there four years. They'd just promoted her to head teller. Yet they've left her hanging for three days without a word. I want to set them on fire for doing this to her.
Aside from that, things are good, though I'm wincing at the lack of time that I had for this illness. I'm taking my pills like a good girl, and trying to not lose my mind. As my nightmare proved, I might not be doing the best job at it.
If there's a major trigger I own that it didn't hit, I don't know it. Dead mom issues, check. Disappointing family members, check. Dying family members, check. Being helpless and imprisoned/kept somewhere against my will, check. (ask me about buying my last car, it was horrific.) Harm to animals--my animals, check. War/violence, check. Serious incurable illness, check.
I'm kind of a mess today. It wasn't so much jerk brain as complete psychotic asshole brain. If I'd done a better job of taking my meds this week (it's hard for me to remember morning meds when I'm out of work), I'd have skipped cymbalta today, since it tends to hype me. (thus it being a morning med.)
Fortunately, after copious amounts of Greek food, i'm feeling more grounded in my body. Fucking brain.
I hate doing this on a weekend.
