Hubby agreed when I stated this morning that I should "lay low" again for a few days. This morning and most of yesterday, the bipolar hypomanic symptom of irritability has acted up. And I must say "irritability" is not an adequate word in many of my past cases. Outbursts, moments of fury, and angry aggression are more accurate.

Only yesterday when I finally received the mail packet from my nephrologist's office did I find that I needed more blood tests done. All related to my kidneys. My next appointment with that doctor is coming up quickly, so I had to get the tests today. Luckily, I was able to grab an appointment from someone who likely cancelled last minute. So I got to the testing site literally three minutes before my appointment time. Thirty seconds before, I attempted to walk past a woman waiting outside the door (almost blocking the door). Before I even approached closely enough to say "Excuse me" she started yelling at me that I was coming too close to her (both of us wearing masks). Gotta say that set me off. I, aggressively in kind, yelled for her not to yell at me. Then she started yelling again. I yelled in response telling her my appointment was in 30 seconds and I needed to get in. She then yelled something again. By that time, the phlebotomist came out to break up "the fight". I then, pissed off, said "OK, I'll wait 20 feet away, but won't exactly hear my name called!" The woman then, in a huff, exclaimed that she was going home without the tests. To that, I thought she was ridiculous all around, but happy she finally got the hell out of the way. Surely enough, when I managed to get in the door my name was called literally 10 seconds later. Will admit that I was fuming, and the others in the waiting room heard. When I was called to the phlebotomist, the phlebotomist told me to please stop fretting about it all. So I did, and acknowledged my fretting and apologized...to the phlebotomist. I also soon after mentioned that my stress is great, lately, and that I was unfortunately over triggered. You can't imagine how many times in my life stuff like this has happened. Unfortunately for those who start aggressive exchanges with me (when I'm elevated in mood), my bipolar aggression is almost always the more intimidating. I've referred to it in the past as "Tasmanian Devil". I think it's shocked many because at first sight, I can appear quite soft, which at heart I am. Anyway, what a crappy way to start my day!

My sister and nephew are coming at 10 am to visit me and to take some of my pantry and freezer items. I'm sure that visit will be calm and peaceful. Both are calming individuals.