[amaviena]

Manic
Less of a danger to myself than yesterday.
Doctor wants me to come in. Can't take time off work.
Which is more important? Job or Health that relies on continuation of job?
I'm going to wash my car, clean my room, make dinner, walk the dog, and write a story tonight. /end tangent.
But seriously, I'm fine.

[thinker22]

Can't you schedule an appt for before or after work, or are your doc's hours the same as your work?

I have a hard time skipping work for appts too, even when they're super important. I always reschedule them and make it through somehow. But try to listen to your doc and get in sometime.

[Amazonmom]

I have always ended up picking my job. I did fine at the job, my mind wasn't so fine. My T was really worried that I would progress into a dangerous manic state...but once I dumped the Zoloft things started cooling off...like someone took their foot off the accelerator. I still don't get why she was so worried when I was getting better....she freaked a bit when she realized I hadn't taken my meds because I had to work and couldn't get to the pharmacy. (New prescription she called in)

I hope you are able to get to the pdoc asap, and not have your job suffer either.

Originally Posted by amaviena

Manic
Less of a danger to myself than yesterday.
Doctor wants me to come in. Can't take time off work.
Which is more important? Job or Health that relies on continuation of job?
I'm going to wash my car, clean my room, make dinner, walk the dog, and write a story tonight. /end tangent.
But seriously, I'm fine.

[amaviena]

You know, the neat thing about today is while I'm taking calls I'm checking this and cleaning out my purse and trying to figure out where all my money went (cell phone in one ear), writing poetry and CHEWING GUM. I almost broke up with my boyfriend because, as I had poetically declared, THE PASSION IS GONE.../gasp. I think I just want to screw around with the world, but I know how little the world means to me, so I'll pass on the casual swing. I know I'm not making any sense. I know I'm in trouble. I'll call my doctor at break. I don't think the pills do anything. I want to quit, but I know better. My mood chart looks like a pretty sexy rollercoaster. I called my bff yesterday and talked her head off for an hour, not letting her get a word in, then apologized for being rude and calling her and hung up. Ugh. My stats are going to suck this month. Nothing like a job where your performance is measured in numbers and statistics. I'm sickeningly sweet and bitterly sour today. I don't make any sense. Help.