Thinking Stinks Sometimes

"The skunk thunk the stump stunk and the stump thunk the skunk stunk"

I saw a recent episode of House MD where a genius was self medicating with cough syrup to reduce his intelligence. He apparently could not handle being super smart and wanted to just be a run o’ the mill delivery man with a dumb blonde girlfriend. I am no genius, don’t medicate with cough syrup or have a dumb blonde girlfriend, and could not be a delivery driver even if I wanted to. However, sometimes I feel similar to that fictional man. The more I think, the more I think, and I can think to the point where I get tired and I just want my brain to be quiet. I have often felt that my mind is like a dysfunctional engine…one that takes a lot of effort to start, runs well for awhile after starting, and then goes haywire, overheats and conks out.

At one point in my life I thought maybe I had mild bipolar disorder (BPD). I tried some drugs for it that totally wiped me out, so I abandoned that diagnosis. Now I am discovering that there might be a link between A and BPD, so maybe I do have some mild version…I have not researched this and only know about it from some discussions in an A Yahoo group, so who knows.

Wow, two posts in one day...I can't stop thinking. But I better, because my parents are visiting and I should attend to them, and of course baby L.