Call it 0.4 on the nervous breakdown scale. Not enough to be a high risk danger, but enough to be a miserable, harrowing experience.
I won’t go into the gory details (much), but after a manic episode of gleefully rushing through my work day, picking up McDonald’s and eating it, showering and logging on… things sort of came crashing down emotionally. Dad and Mom were at the hospital, I was all alone, I’ve been in a depressive down cycle, things had been very disappointing lately vis a vis previous journal posting, etc… thankfully one of my best friends was there to help me out near the end of the evening or I dunno how I’d be right now. (for the record: right now I’m calm. Okay.)
I’m telecommuting today because the prospect of going to work sickens me (although DOING work would be a nice distraction). I really hope things pick up soon. Maybe I’ll try some music today; I found a lot of solace in the Moby DVD I bought yesterday. We’ll see.
As for Dad, I just now got word from Mom about that. (They didn’t tell me anything when they got back last night.) No heart blockage, but he still has CHD. They’re going to ramp up the meds and hopefully that’ll balance things out. I think I’ll avoid watching ‘Contact’ for awhile, though.