Don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this before, but my family and I are huge fans of the show The Big Bang Theory. None of us are nerds—-well, I’m sort of one, but even I don’t get half of what the show’s star character, Dr. Sheldon Cooper, says—yet this show speaks to the misfit child in us all.

And I know I had a point here, but I’ve lost it amid the excitement of seeing the movie Gravity at the theater this afternoon and generally being a teensy bit distractible. This is about the time my sister might look at me with her piercing gaze and whisper, “Bazinga!” which is Sheldon’s famous saying that means (when he says it): “Neener, neener, neener”.

Around our house, however, it’s the code word for “Cool it, BPN, you’re being ridiculous!” Actually, the term isn’t used unless I’m going off on somebody (usually Will) but when it’s uttered, it means STFU.

Which I’m not doing. Going off on somebody, I mean. Will and I are fine, although I really hate it when I get accused of not taking my meds first crack out of the box. I am taking them. I’m just a little overstimulated is all. Been like this for a few days. The meds are keeping it to a simmer, which is the first time I’ve been able to say that I can literally feel the meds working. But even I know that this is a bit different from the way things have been for the past couple of months, and I’m not sure why.

I have no idea where it came from either, but I’m not too worried because I’m sleeping a normal amount of hours, I’m not trying to rearrange the sock drawer at 2 in the morning, and I’m able to keep a civil tongue in my head. In fact, everything’s great…..except why the hell are we seeing Christmas commercials now??! Tell you what, I’d like to go all BAZINGA! on whoever decided it was OK to start with the “ho-ho-ho-ing” a full week before they turn the ghosts and goblins loose in the streets.

Speaking of Christmas though: I found these incredible LED lights that change colors randomly when they’re lit. I almost bought two strands, but put one back; then about a week later I went back for the other one and they were all gone. They’re still all gone—nobody’s reordered them. Now, how does a whole supply of one kind of Christmas lights disappear in October? Who DOES that??!

I need another strand because I miscalculated the length of the mantel where I was going to put them; if I can’t get hold of any more, I’ll have to put them someplace else. I’ve been all over town, looking to see if anyone besides Target carries these things, but no luck so far. Oh well, at least it’s only October…….we don’t put up the Christmas decorations till next month anyway. 🙂




Published by bpnurse

I'm a retired registered nurse and writer who also happens to be street-rat crazy, if the DSM-IV.....oops, 5---is to be believed. I was diagnosed with bipolar I disorder at the age of 55, and am still sorting through the ashes of the flaming garbage pile that my life had become. Here, I'll share the lumps and bumps of a late-life journey toward sanity.... along with some rants, gripes, sour grapes and good old-fashioned whining from time to time. It's not easy being bipolar in a unipolar world; let's figure it out together.

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