I get the Mondays. I might have discussed this previously, but I am mildly bi-polar and I have swings every damn Monday. Unless the start of my week is Tuesday, in which case I get the Mondays on a Tuesday.
Take notes: there WILL be a quiz.
Mkay. The current brain cocktail includes uppers (Lexapro), downers (Abilify) and over the counter tummy medicine, due to prickish insurance policies that prevent me from getting my little purple pill. These keep me calm, and work especially well in the summer months. Nothing helps some of those winter months.
So back to today, Tuesday disguised as a Monday, because I have given myself Mondays off this summer to avoid said syndrome. So I went into work and immediately felt like leaving. I DID NOT WANT TO BE THERE. I survived for an hour, then escaped to Walgreens to buy toilet paper and a fingernail repair kit. Back for an hour and then gone. So I worked for a total of two hours. Waa waa, poor me. But I felt it creep up on the way home...that insidious voice inside my head that makes me feel as if the world is just too damn big and complicated.
It was a little voice though, not a big booming voice, so that's good. But I still think I'm gonna take a nap.
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