For three days, I had slight hallucinations (scent and visual), but yesterday, they came back with a vengeance.
Three frogs, each the size of my hand, bound across my wall by my pictures, across from where I sit. There is no way for a frog to get in here except under the door and I have that sealed because we have new kittens who can crawl under there. And if it was one, I could excuse my mind, but three? Hopping on the wall like they were a dance troupe? That I can’t ignore.
Then there is the clock. Again. Bright and glowing in its 3D fashion like it was in my delicious hypomania days.
Where Am I?
I can’t pinpoint where I am with my Bipolar Disorder (1). I usually can gauge it easily, like reading the time on a watch, being able to see the way the hands move and in what direction.
I am a bit lost right now. I thought the hypomania was gone and felt sad, but not depressed. Now I am awake, yet not terribly productive. At least for the moment.
I am just getting over a hefty bout of pyelonephritis (kidney infection) as well as a cold. Could that be why I am having a hard time organizing my mental thoughts about what is… and is not… happening?
Psych Appointment Soon
I have my psych appointment soon, so that’s good. Not that they can tell me anything I don’t already know, but it’s good to be validated.
“No, I do not need to go into the hospital.” (Really, really, I do not. They just always ask, so thought I would answer it here.)
I can’t go to the hospital, I have things to do.
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