… you combine your regular cocktail of bipolar meds with a fluoroquinolone antibiotic and prednisone?  You get three guesses.

1) Your head turns around on your neck like in the Exorcist?

2) Worshippers fall at your feet as though you were some ancient Egyptian pharoah who is making you build a big pointing irrelevant building in the middle of the desert?

3) You start going up up up on the mood rollercoaster and see things?

If you chose #3, you’d be right.  Well, that is, you’d be right if you were me. Holey schmoley this is nuts. It feels like I’ve been either hyper and hypo(manic) or down and blue so much lately on and off. Up up UP. Then DOWN Down down. Better living through medications. Fortunately, though, my head is not turning around like in the Exorcist. Yet. And I’m fairly certain that no one’s going to worship me, thank goodness. But wow.  I’m suddenly getting a lot of art done, and cooking, and cleaning, and organizing bookshelves, and running out with friends to do errands, and… well you get the idea. All while I have bronchitis!  But I just can’t sit still, and sleep is most definitely out of the question. I’ll ride it out for a few days, docs suggest that for a number of medical reasons. I gave up my car keys to the gatekeeper so if I want to get in trouble I have to walk, and my support gang has the chains in case they need to become the chain gang, no moolah nor credit cards to get in trouble with, and so on, so I’ll be safe. My mum is even off for a long weekend as it happens, so she can keep an eye on me extra. Just up happy dandy. Since this is a tad strange and the seeing things (orange dots bouncing around this morning) is caused by meds interactions, I’ve already agreed that if I get “unreal” they can take me to hospital even if it requires cops to get me there. Pdoc and I discussed that on phone; is the price of riding it out instead of quite likely making it weirder by changing any psych meds just now. I have to take the bronchitis stuff and the bipolar stuff (can you imagine without the bipolar stuff??? lol!) so I’d need to be in a hospital anyway to get it all straight if it gets too nuts. I play to just ride, though. What the heck. W00t I can just see me rocking and rolling into the polling place Tuesday. LOL But maybe not — tomorrow morning is the last dose of the prednisone, so by Tuesday I may be more normal.

Speaking of the polling place, this time they’re putting stuff all over the local news about the dress codes for the polling place on Tueday. Crimineys! What has this country come to that we need instruction in dressing properly to go vote.  Sadness, I tell you, sadness. No Versace for me at the polling place, nor an Obama or McCain t-shirt. *sigh*

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