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Mind you I'm not complaining. But it's like there's this wedge in my brain holding it into high gear right now--for about...the last 3 days...and the wedge keeps pushing tighter and tighter.
At the point where I was given the meds, I was mixed episode. (I didn't like being told that; I thought the nurse practitioner was crazy.) She believes that I've been mainly mixed episode for quite a long time, due to my long-standing taking of anti-depressants.
So...here I am...have been doing okay on the new bp meds...and suddenly my mood swings are separating from mixed episode into ...something that I'm not quite used to.
I can't sleep. I stay mad at people who are unfair instead of just blowing it off like I usually do. I do things like 2 days ago, painting the door, the baseboards and the trim instead of writing term papers that are due. I find thoughts of getting even with ppl who have hurt me in the past, jamming into my head so hard that I stopped and prayed about 20 times while I was painting. I tried to concentrate on the praise music; I tried pleading the blood of Jesus and saying 'satan, get behind me', but nothing was working. So it really is biochemical, eh? I think I'm starting to believe it.
Yesterday, I was sitting in algebra class when I was overcome for feelings for the algebra professor. He is older, and I'm a non-traditional student, so I'm still 23 years younger than him. Since the beginning of the class, I have had sort of a mild interest in him because he is funny (humorous) and has seemed to take a special interest in me. Sometimes when I'm dressed really nice I will feel his eyes upon me a lot of extra times during class. I can't explain it, but as I was sitting there yesterday it all built up on me until I couldn't concentrate on the algebra problems he was doing on the board. I suddenly wanted very badly to see if he had a wedding band, even though I'd never had any inclination to check his left hand before! (And to top that off, I'm married myself anyway.) I was having all kinds of thoughts and they weren't good thoughts. I felt ashamed of my thoughts but I couldn't distract myself no matter how hard I tried. I just kept scowling and looking at the board as if I were trying to understand the problems. I would die if that teacher knew what I was thinking. I would die if anyone in that room knew what I was thinking.
Then there was my night class. I have a professor for that class who has truthfully not been fair with me. But I've handled it fine up until now. But last evening...I wasn't handling, I was exploding. During the 10 minute break (it's a 3 hour class), I was out in the hall complaining about the professor when another student told me to be quiet so that Dr. W wouldn't hear me.
"What do I care?" I said loudly. "I'm not getting a good grade anyway, blah, blah, blah," and all the unfairness he'd done came out into my hostile-sounding voice.
Mind you, this unfairness toward me has been going on for over 3 months, since the class started, but last night...I couldn't take it.
About 12:30 last night I prayed to forgive him (Dr. W) and sent him an e-mail apologizing, and I was truly humbled. I knew I'd done wrong and that I hadn't handled the situation correctly. The truth is...he's been unfair to me several times and I had even thought about reporting him to higher authorities for it, but had not taken the steps.
Well...I got 3 hours of sleep last night and don't feel like I could possibly sleep at any time in the near future. I have three tests next Friday (the last day of classes) and four Final tests on the 11th and 12th of December.
If I can keep from painting the entire house today, perhaps I will study.
Okay, I'm done.
At the point where I was given the meds, I was mixed episode. (I didn't like being told that; I thought the nurse practitioner was crazy.) She believes that I've been mainly mixed episode for quite a long time, due to my long-standing taking of anti-depressants.
So...here I am...have been doing okay on the new bp meds...and suddenly my mood swings are separating from mixed episode into ...something that I'm not quite used to.
I can't sleep. I stay mad at people who are unfair instead of just blowing it off like I usually do. I do things like 2 days ago, painting the door, the baseboards and the trim instead of writing term papers that are due. I find thoughts of getting even with ppl who have hurt me in the past, jamming into my head so hard that I stopped and prayed about 20 times while I was painting. I tried to concentrate on the praise music; I tried pleading the blood of Jesus and saying 'satan, get behind me', but nothing was working. So it really is biochemical, eh? I think I'm starting to believe it.
Yesterday, I was sitting in algebra class when I was overcome for feelings for the algebra professor. He is older, and I'm a non-traditional student, so I'm still 23 years younger than him. Since the beginning of the class, I have had sort of a mild interest in him because he is funny (humorous) and has seemed to take a special interest in me. Sometimes when I'm dressed really nice I will feel his eyes upon me a lot of extra times during class. I can't explain it, but as I was sitting there yesterday it all built up on me until I couldn't concentrate on the algebra problems he was doing on the board. I suddenly wanted very badly to see if he had a wedding band, even though I'd never had any inclination to check his left hand before! (And to top that off, I'm married myself anyway.) I was having all kinds of thoughts and they weren't good thoughts. I felt ashamed of my thoughts but I couldn't distract myself no matter how hard I tried. I just kept scowling and looking at the board as if I were trying to understand the problems. I would die if that teacher knew what I was thinking. I would die if anyone in that room knew what I was thinking.
Then there was my night class. I have a professor for that class who has truthfully not been fair with me. But I've handled it fine up until now. But last evening...I wasn't handling, I was exploding. During the 10 minute break (it's a 3 hour class), I was out in the hall complaining about the professor when another student told me to be quiet so that Dr. W wouldn't hear me.
"What do I care?" I said loudly. "I'm not getting a good grade anyway, blah, blah, blah," and all the unfairness he'd done came out into my hostile-sounding voice.
Mind you, this unfairness toward me has been going on for over 3 months, since the class started, but last night...I couldn't take it.
About 12:30 last night I prayed to forgive him (Dr. W) and sent him an e-mail apologizing, and I was truly humbled. I knew I'd done wrong and that I hadn't handled the situation correctly. The truth is...he's been unfair to me several times and I had even thought about reporting him to higher authorities for it, but had not taken the steps.
Well...I got 3 hours of sleep last night and don't feel like I could possibly sleep at any time in the near future. I have three tests next Friday (the last day of classes) and four Final tests on the 11th and 12th of December.
If I can keep from painting the entire house today, perhaps I will study.
Okay, I'm done.
