Posted by Craig on April 7, 2003, at 0:58:13
On Monday night, I slept less than an hour and got a bit manic. So, I had a lot of fun and would have been the life of a party. It was quite a change from Saturday, when I was the polar opposite and my doctor opened the office to see me at 9 AM. Having always kept a reversed sleep schedule, I haven't gone anywhere at 9 AM since 1988! Anyway, he gave me Risperdal, 0.25 mg twice daily and told me to call him Tuesday. He must be good at what he does because he had the 3-day timing just right. At 8 AM Tuesday, I was listening to "The Wasteland" by Elton John and suddenly it felt like somebody pushed a turbo button in me. At 9 AM, I was laughing at everything and everything was funny. But it was one thing in particular that continued to make me laugh for 20 hours. I have no explanation for how and why my addled brain retrieved and focused on....Senor Wences. Does anyone remember the guy with his talking hand from the old "Ed Sullivan Show"? My god, I haven't thought of Senor Wences in 40 years and don't recall him being very funny. However, he was hilarious to me all day Tuesday.
Around 4 PM, I had to fulfill Saturday's request to call my pdoc and spoke with his secretary. This got off on the wrong foot when something on the answering machine menu struck me as funny and she picked up as I began another laughing jag. "Craaaig, are you manic?" "Nooo, I'm just really, really happy." There was some discussion of how much I'd slept and apparently an hour isn't enough since she gently said, "Ohhh, he's going to want to talk to you." At 9 PM, my pdoc called me from his car and, again, this was probably another instance when laughing didn't lend credibility to my mental status. He was, however, familiar with Senor Wences. He told me to double my meds and said goodnight.
I've told about funny parts of Tuesday, but being that way really isn't much fun at some points. My thoughts come so fast that I can't keep up and I can get very disorganized and confused. I spent two hours looking through the same piles of papers trying to find a report I'd written. Why didn't it occur to me that since I wrote it on the computer, the original was still there and all I needed to do was print another copy? There's just so much going on in my head at one time that I can't think straight. And the next day, I found that report in those same piles of papers! All's well that ends well, I guess. It's just that once you know how high you can go, it's hard not being there. I suppose I should instead be grateful that I got there for as long as I did.
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