Ever feel like you know a storm is coming? Not a storm that you hear about but one you feel in your gut or one that makes the hairs on the back of your neck standup. It started last week for me as I missed two glorious nights of sleep. The fear of a manic storm is pumping throught my veins right now. There was some worry about work this past week and I was suprised by my boss on Friday. I twisted myself in knots the whole damn week and I think by closing time on Friday my body finally said enough. I woke up Saturday with a real sore throat (and I don’t get that a lot), my back has been spasming out, and one killer migriane later today and I frett that this is just the beginning. I don’t wish this on myself but I know my ups and downs and I feel as if my brain is just trying to figure out which way it wants to go.
I am way too sensitive right now. Seeking pleasure in the stupidest things. Eating way too much Haagen Daaz Chocalate Peanut Butter Ice Cream. Sitting on my arse for the whole day…now granted I am not feeling good but still. Did not do much at work on Friday…my mind shifted into overload and I temporary left my “body” and proceeded to wander in lala land until 5.
Tomorrow I have a doctor’s appt. And then on Wednesday I see my “head” doctor. That should be fun. Hopefully we can stop this storm that is coming. I can just feel it. Something about bipolar is wonderful…the fanciful dreams…the only problem is that I know those are the tip of the storm for me…now I just need to figure out if it is Hyper or Depressive.
Kendall
