So, after we got to work, I got my deliveries and did my inventory. I get inventory tomorrow, and then stock it. Things are pretty good. The machines still look OK but clearly do need some inventory.
I got a dizzy spell, and told Ron, interestingly enough, I thought it was the Depakote. I remarked I could still think while I felt dizzy, and he "made" me sit down for a minute.
Times like that I'm glad I'm not a roofer.
After work, we went home for a little bit, and then we went to Dollar Tree. Ron needed some flashdrives, which I got further down the strip mall. He is pretty hard on his media.
I got some first aid stuff for Ron and some things for me. About the worst thing to happen: I thought I had put 3 Cherry Berry Wyler's light in my cart. I didn't - I only put one, and 2 raspberry. That's OK, I like raspberry. Not as much, but I'll live, and if that's the worst thing of the day I'm doing great!
I realized I wasn't jittery, like I am when manic, but I wanted to spend, and talk - a lot. Ah. This is what manic looks like on Depakote!
Like the guy at work used to say, upon sighting Ron "Watch your pockets!"
We came home, I did a lot of housework. Not all of it, but I got all the winter stuff put up in the garage, some organizing, and all. Yay.
I love a good, mild, mania. Not those black and horrific things of the past, full of irritability, paranois, and very bad thoughts, but a nice, light, bubbly, productive one.
Kind of like a champagne.
If I drank, that is.
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