I was so hoping that the floor installer guys would be gone by 2 pm, but it's almost 6 pm and they have more to do. Electric saws, hammering, you name it! I've become so irritable that Hubby made me take more Seroquel PRN.

We have been ordering food delivery so extremely often. I'm getting sick of it. And today, the only place we have to eat is upstairs with no adequate table surface and brand new carpeting that we just CAN'T get pizza oil/sauce on. We're going to eat pizza on the bed, set on towels. I'll be smelling pizza on our bed for a couple days. I just washed all of the bedding yesterday, so it would be a bummer to have to wash it yet again so soon.

There are just too many things stressing me out. I don't want to even think about my father, but he's still in bad shape. Even worsening shape. I have no clue when I can even see him with all that's going on. I can't really drive there easily with my foot/ankle. In fact, I have not yet even driven our new car, despite bringing home three or four days ago. I even forget.

You don't know how badly I want to clean up some caulk in two of the bathrooms, and scrub the grout. Sounds strange, huh? But I really wish I could do it, but I'm not because it would equal huge pain. Hubby will likely not do it. One of those "If I don't do it, it won't get done!" things. It's not even something I would have liked to do before because of a past injury. Several years back, during a mania, I decided to run down a steep hill. Multiple injuries, including Prepateller bursitis, injured toe, a black eye, and bruised and scraped arms. Since then, my knees have not be the same, particularly my right one.

Unintentional injuries as a result of bipolar hypomania or mania? Someone has actually written about that in a blog for PC at Unintentional Injury and Bipolar Disorder