Spinnin' wheel

It's here. Or it's coming; not sure which. Just be warned - I take no responsibility for my behavior whatsoever. Momentarily at least. Can you guess what I'm talking about? No? Ok, well it's not PMS (although that's knocking on my door, too). Give up? Let me paint a little picture for you...

Saturday I went to the grocery store and felt compelled to buy 10 different air fresheners. Why? Because it seemed like a good idea at the time. And no, my house doesn't smell that bad. Later in the day I got a burst of energy and danced around my living room like my ass was on fire to the music that ran through the credits of a movie I had been watching. There was much flailing about. Yesterday, I saw fit to remove two factory stickers from the leaded glass window above my computer desk. This involved me getting on a wobbly chair (vertigo and all) and using my Ulu to scrape them off, then I cleaned and dried the window. Who dries windows really? (If you aren't familiar with what an ulu is, please check it out; it'll make this a bit clearer.) Yeah, me with no balance on a rickety chair holding a blade that could gut Moby Dick... perhaps not the best combination. After living through that, I decided to 'fix' my vacuum cleaner. I turned it over my lap and flipped the switch, effectively spraying cat litter, fuzz, carpet fibers and whatever crap was stuck in the brushes all over my computer and desk. Most of the crap is out of the keyboard now. Most. I'm just ignoring the gritty, crunching sound. Didn't think that one through. After that, I opened the part where the bag fits on to see if there was adequate suction. *Note: do not try this method* Dummy me didn't think it through, yet again... it's an air intake, therefore there would be no suction. I can report that there is no blockage as it then blew grimy dust all over me. I am smarter than the vacuum, I swear. Just not right now. See where this is going yet? Ok... lets say I rounded out the evening with a phone call to my mom that lasted approximately 90 minutes. I was awake half the night despite being tired. I woke up singing christmas carols. Not just one or two, but damn near all of them; just in little snippets. I think I washed my hair three times in the shower. I forgot yet again that I have to do my taxes - even though they are sitting so close to me I can reach my pinky finger over and touch them. I've forgotten what day it is like, three times already and thought of no less than six new people to add to my shit list. My brain has not stopped all weekend and it's just gaining momentum...

Yes.... it's Mania Time! Over the past week I skipped a few doses of lithium and combined with some work stress, it seems to have triggered a bit of a manic phase. I'm hoping that this is it; that it doesn't escalate. I will be training a new person at work starting today, then I get to begin training another the following week. I'll be talking a mile a minute to this poor person today and dragging them around from place to place by the ear no doubt. It took me a minute to recognize the ulu incident and vacuum situation as things that I do without thinking... because my brain won't slow long enough to let me. OCD tendencies come out as demonstrated by my new air freshener collection and reorganized silverware drawer...

Here's hoping it's just a mild phase; hypomania. Otherwise I fear for the lives of others. Pairing a blast of a manic phase with PMS cannnot have a good outcome. Although you might catch me on CNN...