......and I'm hypomanic. AGAIN.

I was doing so well, too. But I got all excited about my new job, and of course it IS summertime, when being over-amped is my default mode. Now my sleep is all effed up, I'm restless and overactive, and I'm writing and can't shut up! I know it's all situational, but my pdoc backed me into a corner at my last visit and made me promise to call if I got even the least bit jacked-up, so I've been dithering all day about doing it.

This goes soooo against the grain for me, because I have this thing about not bugging doctors until I'm desperately ill and this is SO not an emergency. But it's been this way for most of the past week or so, and I know how pissed he's going to be if I DON'T call and I run into trouble again. So I did report in and left a message for him---I'm trying to be a good patient and do as I've been instructed. But it's not easy!

At least I'm finally getting the hang of recognizing when I'm headed for trouble, which is a huge breakthrough for me. I'm NOT sick, but I know I could get that way now that the ball's started rolling, and I enjoyed my few weeks' normality enough that hypomania has lost some of its attraction.

The thing that pisses ME off is that a season which is my absolute favorite time of year does such distressing things to me. I have all this energy when the sun shines on my face and I can feel the soft breezes in my hair.....but then I've gotta go and have a stupid mood swing. Yaarrrgh!!