cleolinda | FEAR THE REEP

Not feeling so good--haven't felt good since Wednesday or Thursday, actually, which makes me think it might be part of the hypomanic episode. But it's starting to wear on my nerves. The thing is, emotionally, I feel fine. Cheerful, reasonably relaxed. But my stomach has been killing me with the butterflies--it's like I'm about to take a final exam I didn't study for, all day long, for the last four or five days. I can't sleep, but more than that, I don't want to sleep, and more than that, I can't eat. This is what really concerns me, because food is a real problem for me. That is to say, I have a tendency towards binge eating. I don't know that I've ever not been able to eat, outside of a stomach flu. My allergies are bothering me, but I can smell and taste just fine, so that's not it; my mouth isn't dry, but it's like the food itself just turns into sawdust in my mouth. I've been struggling to get through a muffin or a bowl of soup, and I usually can't finish anything. (I struggled to get through a slice of pizza today, which should tell you that something is really wrong.) 'So of course, I'm nauseated all the time from not having eaten, or not having eaten enough--whenever I have managed to fill my stomach, I feel a lot better, less physically nervous, afterwards.

I drank a soda at dinner before Caspian, but my stomach was messed up before that, so it's not caffeine. I haven't been taking that One-a-Day vitamin, either. The last time I had alcohol was a glass of wine at dinner about a month ago. We haven't altered my antidepressants in any way, and I'm not taking any other medications. It should go without saying that I'm not doing illegal drugs, if only because I trust y'all to assume I would be smart enough to look up in the middle of that first paragraph and go, "Hey, maybe it's all the crystal meth I've been doing!" So I can't think of any external chemical reason to feel this way. The reason I'm really concerned is this: have I gone past hypomania and spiked into a manic episode? (I tend to think not, because symptomwise, I'm pretty calm: I'm not having moodswings, hostility, racing thoughts, or any kind of reckless behavior.) Is it something unrelated to bipolarity entirely? More importantly--when is it going to stop?

Oh, and on top of that? There's a mouse in my bedroom, and it's driving me crazy. I think I've inherited it from Sister Girl, although this is the second mouse we've had climb up through the house (we have, uh, proof that the first one is no longer with us). You know how I'll write entries for weeks whining about how I have to clean? Well, there are things I don't like to do, mostly because I feel like I could be doing something more productive, unless you hold a gun to my head. Or, in this case, a mouse. Not literally "to my head," but it's moved from the far end of the room to the wall near my bed. A weekend of this, and I've managed to get more cleaning done than I usually do in a month. It's my mousening and it freaks me out, let's just put it that way.

The worst part is that I haven't actually seen it in the flesh yet. I could hear it rattling around through piles of books and papers, and after I worked overtime yesterday to clear all of those up, it moved to my laundry basket on the near side of the room, where I could see... something moving around under a sweater. So now, of course, I have to wash everything within a five-foot radius of that basket, because it's FREAKING ME OUT. That's the thing: I love animals. I'm not grossed out by the sudden appearance of mice, whereas I totally lose my shit around cockroaches. But I am freaked out by the chewings and the droppings and the general unhygienicness, much the way I would if we had an uncaged pet rabbit bopping around. So, in order to get myself through the night, I decided that Reepicheep was swashbuckling around in the basket. "Back, foul tube socks of the night! I shall avenge my lady against thy putrid stench!" Instead of, you know, an ordinary field mouse BUILDING A NEST IN MY LAUNDRY OH MY GOD I WILL NEVER FEEL CLEAN AGAIN.

Anyway, there is needful cleaning that will now be done. And I'll be getting a humane trap--one of those catch-and-release things--and letting Reep out near the wooded Samford campus. Because I know that Reepicheep is valiant, but I don't like his odds against our cat.

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