The cable guy came and we addressed the slack cable running through my yard issue, and then the courier came. He took away the envelope and signed the "receipt" I made up. He was very nice.
My cycle decided to start in earnest so I had to address that, and then I went to work on the laundry. I washed, and dried, two loads. I washed the bedding - the last time I "got" that was sometime around the time of Ron's back surgery. I also washed my clothes. I need to wash Ron's clothes, and my black jeans, tomorrow.
I felt uncomfortably revved up and very pressured to do something. I tried to point it at housework. I picked up around the house and took out the garbage.
I finally decided to take a nap. That didn't work very well. I still felt overly caffeinated and restless. I napped a little but not much.
I should have known I was getting manic when, last night, I dreamed about Captain Nemo and the Nautilus. I read the book, but it was a very long time ago. This dream involved ports of call involving hippies, of all things.
Definitely getting manic. Unfortunately, I was also still depressed which makes this a mixed episode. Ugh. Manias haven't been "fun" for me in a very long time. It's more like being exhausted, yet driven on, in some sort of horrible distance march. The sure-to-come depression (or at least the end of the mania) is actually a relief.
My illness just isn't fun anymore. And people may wonder why I am so committed to taking my medication.
I got up and watched a little more TV. I picked up some more. I worked on the laundry.
I finally finished and Ron woke up. We were going out for a fast food dinner. We did that, and had a good time. I got a little dizzy when my medication kicked in but at least I could feel it working.
Eating out with Ron (even if it's just a couple of cheap tacos or a hamburger) is the only way I get quality time with him these days. If he's at home, he's drinking. If he's at work, he's working. So I get "eating out".
I try to take what I get.
I did find it interesting, Ron made a comment about being addicted to alcohol yesterday, I forget the context, but I remember thinking "At least he's admitting it".
I think it was when I told him I wished I could drink now and then, just recreational. He said no, I would become an alcoholic like him. I just said "And that's why I don't".
I found it encouraging.