I actually got a whopping almost 5 hours of sleep last night! At first I was disappointed because I thought my mania was waning. Well, it isn’t (thank god).
At this point, I’ve had my therapist at both treatment centers tell me to get an emergency prescription of lithium. N had told me. So has R (she even made me promise to tell her I took it… dammit). And S, my house manager. It seems like everyone is out to kill my buzz.
I am doing the next right thing at this point. I’m at the emergency walk-in psych clinic, waiting to be seen. We’ll see what they do with me.
At least I figured out one thing. For the last few weeks, I’ve been relatively anxiety free, yet I’ve had a nervous energy causing me to constantly be making fists with my toes. I thought it was some subconscious anxiety. I’m pretty sure now it was (is) a sign of the extra energy the mania was (is) giving me.
I guess there’s only two important questions associated with my current course of action: will the clinic give me meds and will I take those meds. A ‘no’ to either one of those will leave my mania blessedly intact.