Well, so much for the idea that I was misdiagnosed......that must've been an early clue that I was ramping up. Should've seen it coming last weekend when I started spending money like there's no tomorrow, LOL! That, and I can't seem to shut up and my husband's looking at me like "WTF are you talking about, I'm not following you". I'm not trying to rearrange the sock drawer at 2 AM but the rest of it's here--the scatter-brained-ness (you'd think I'd know the word for it), the physical agitation, racing thoughts, and I can't stay the **** off the Internet. Oh well. At least I can try to contain the damage before it gets out of control, which is progress of a sort.