OK, so I am a little bit wacky. I didn’t get to bed till after 4 or to sleep until nearly 5, then was awake at 10. I’d been just about to wind things up at 3, but then I got a really exciting E-mail, and it kept me going despite having taken my nighttime meds hours before. Soooo, as long as nobody expects anything profound or insightful from me tonight, we’ll get along great. LOL

I do have to stay off the political forums over at my other favorite website, though. I almost got myself banned from there a couple of years ago for insulting some guy who really needed to extricate his cranium from his rectal vault, and I spent six months redeeming myself. But the bone-headed notions and the stubbornness of some members regarding certain issues is getting to me in a big way, and being in this state doesn’t help me to be lovely and patient like I normally am. Somebody pleeeeeeeeeeease keep me out of those forums till I can handle the stupid again!! AAARRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!

Ah……I feel better now. Sometimes you just gotta scream, even if it is only on the Internet. Usually I do it in the car with all the windows rolled up, but since the car is in the shop getting tuned up, I find I must do it online. Not quite as satisfying as really letting ‘er rip until your eyes feel like they’re going to pop out of your head and the veins in your neck are visible at twenty paces. But it’ll have to do.

No, seriously. I can’t scream in the house because Will is sitting over there at his work desk doing some very intricate painting, and he might get annoyed if I do. Not to mention what it’d do to my poor little dog, who hates it when she hears us argue and barks her head off until we stop. Which we do don’t very often, thank goodness…….why, since the kids moved out and I’ve been medicated, we haven’t even gotten loud. Wonder if there’s a connection?



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.

One thought on “Screw-Loosey

  1. Time to pretend you are an irritable colicky baby who has prns. Or maybe a woman in acute pre-eclampsia. Um, help me BP, YOU’re a nurse. What are some other situations that warrant calm, quiet, low stimuli. A nice lavender bath, quiet (NOT foot tapping) music, muted lighting, no computer esp that site, a relaxing book, as many prns as you’re allowed… sometimes it’s better to just put the baby to bed. Now you KNOW the baby doesn’t WANT to go to bed but you know better than the baby. NO caffeine. What else can you think of? Don’t start any projects. Including blogs lol…

    Now this hurts me more than it hurts you … love you BP


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