Going Bananas for Swing!
The ride of fruit heroes. Continues...the banana. A gorilla. And a swing at the Tech. If you take a swing at someone would you take into account who you are swinging at?? Of course. But I was just read and react.
"Read and react,baby." Brooke whispered to me as the Tech toyed with me and a bunch of bananas. I awoke as normal in my second hospital awake and vibrant. I had a coffee in one hand and a walk of a king in the other. As I entered the hall and walked down to where the snacks were being handed out. The Tech took one look at me and played a game with the bananas. In my mind I could have took him down but resisted my self from the pure enjoyment of that by slipping on some split coffee from my cup. The whole incident went down in slow motion with me getting the upper hand. And the Tech believing I took a swing at him. As the slow motion incident went down. I heard my chorus of cheering gallery for they "the chorus" said "He could have took out the whole wing if he wanted to." The high Counsel stated on numerous of occasions on my behalf.
"The High Counsel is screwing you,baby." Brooke's voice resonated over my brain and her words entered my consciousnesses.
Well it turns out if I had not taken a almost swing on the Tech. That I would have been told I was discharging from the hospital. This info was relayed to my real wife and not me. I find out much later about this glorious fact. So it goes to show ya, behavior matters and matters big time. So if the high counsel was screwing me over I surely was unaware of it, since I been doing a nice job to my self, directly. No High Counsel needed.
The swing was taken and I could not take it back it I wanted to and I did not want to.
"That Tech egged me on!" MAA stated with some anger.
"High Counsel doesn't screw me, sweetness. I am being taken cared of....by the High Counsel."
Ok, so who and what is the High Counsel. When I took a swing at the Tech, I believed the High Counsel was backing me up. I believed all the people I talked with and interacting within my head was real and real. I am not aware that I am just "seeing things or just hearing things." These "things" to a Bipolar person are real. And you cannot talk him or her out of it.
Only the meds, "...gets you out, of it." Being in mania is not necessarily bad. It feels real good. Being in Mania doesn't mean necessarily your are crazy. Some things get enhanced, like speed and agility. Strength gets a boost. Adrenalin is on the ready.
"You can main line Adrenalin, baby." Brooke would say, about my "condition"
"There is nothing wrong with him, I love him that way." That messages and plenty more fueled my mania and made me very happy.
"I am never happiest until I am kicking some ass." Mytris Dyson would say in a southern drawl. Many personalities are being present in a Bipolar person. Nothing is at it seems. Nothing.
Including almost decking a Tech. BTW, if I had done it I would have been put in quarantine where I wanted to be anyways. MAA loves it in quarantine and so does my persona. I get feed and nurses wait on me hand and foot.
"What more can a man want?" Nothing more really. It was my mania talking and not me. And I loved it. I am really loved it. So much so that my act spilled out into the street!
What was displayed in the streets was the greatest love ever displayed.
The ride of fruit heroes. Continues...the banana. A gorilla. And a swing at the Tech. If you take a swing at someone would you take into account who you are swinging at?? Of course. But I was just read and react.
"Read and react,baby." Brooke whispered to me as the Tech toyed with me and a bunch of bananas. I awoke as normal in my second hospital awake and vibrant. I had a coffee in one hand and a walk of a king in the other. As I entered the hall and walked down to where the snacks were being handed out. The Tech took one look at me and played a game with the bananas. In my mind I could have took him down but resisted my self from the pure enjoyment of that by slipping on some split coffee from my cup. The whole incident went down in slow motion with me getting the upper hand. And the Tech believing I took a swing at him. As the slow motion incident went down. I heard my chorus of cheering gallery for they "the chorus" said "He could have took out the whole wing if he wanted to." The high Counsel stated on numerous of occasions on my behalf.
"The High Counsel is screwing you,baby." Brooke's voice resonated over my brain and her words entered my consciousnesses.
Well it turns out if I had not taken a almost swing on the Tech. That I would have been told I was discharging from the hospital. This info was relayed to my real wife and not me. I find out much later about this glorious fact. So it goes to show ya, behavior matters and matters big time. So if the high counsel was screwing me over I surely was unaware of it, since I been doing a nice job to my self, directly. No High Counsel needed.
The swing was taken and I could not take it back it I wanted to and I did not want to.
"That Tech egged me on!" MAA stated with some anger.
"High Counsel doesn't screw me, sweetness. I am being taken cared of....by the High Counsel."
Ok, so who and what is the High Counsel. When I took a swing at the Tech, I believed the High Counsel was backing me up. I believed all the people I talked with and interacting within my head was real and real. I am not aware that I am just "seeing things or just hearing things." These "things" to a Bipolar person are real. And you cannot talk him or her out of it.
Only the meds, "...gets you out, of it." Being in mania is not necessarily bad. It feels real good. Being in Mania doesn't mean necessarily your are crazy. Some things get enhanced, like speed and agility. Strength gets a boost. Adrenalin is on the ready.
"You can main line Adrenalin, baby." Brooke would say, about my "condition"
"There is nothing wrong with him, I love him that way." That messages and plenty more fueled my mania and made me very happy.
"I am never happiest until I am kicking some ass." Mytris Dyson would say in a southern drawl. Many personalities are being present in a Bipolar person. Nothing is at it seems. Nothing.
Including almost decking a Tech. BTW, if I had done it I would have been put in quarantine where I wanted to be anyways. MAA loves it in quarantine and so does my persona. I get feed and nurses wait on me hand and foot.
"What more can a man want?" Nothing more really. It was my mania talking and not me. And I loved it. I am really loved it. So much so that my act spilled out into the street!
What was displayed in the streets was the greatest love ever displayed.
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