So after weeks and weeks of shamefully not doing my housework, I got some done today.
I'll get a bit Catholic here and admit that I hadn't changed my sheets for about two months!
(I try to justify in my mind by saying "well there hasn't been a man with all those body fluids in my bed in that time, and I always shower before I go to bed" lol)
So a bit of hypomania kicked in at just about time.... and certainly not before time!
Tomorrow I have tutoring
. I'll have another hour swim - and I'll sort out some funding for medication and payment of rates that I thought I had paid! Hate that!Edit: Damn - I tend to get ptsd confused with hypomania - only when I was meditating last night did I realise it was actually ptsd
