Here's the upside:
Generous and warmhearted
Creative and enthusiastic
Broad-minded and expansive
Faithful and loving
Here's the downside:
Needy control freak
I think if I had a DSM IV diagnosis (last I checked we were on IV, maybe we are on V or VI now, I wouldn't know), it would be hypomania. Yes, sometimes I sink into a bit of melancholy (read: depression, paranoia, insecurity), but even at my low points I am massively over-productive.
How I compensate:
I make lists. Here is an example of one I have going right now, in my office on my personalized M.D. pathologist tablet (it's rather fancy).
- Get gift for Mike's cousin Maggie's new baby Charlotte (ordered that today from my fave baby site - RetroBaby).
- Get overdue lawyer retainer from joint savings account - the one I lost the password to.
- Call realtor to sell house.
- Start taxes that were extended.
- Plan summer camps for Sicily.
- Send encouragement note to Mike's Uncle Bill, a long time blog follower who I have never personally met - he is fighting cancer (Go Bill!!!).
- Call lawn care to take care of weeds on side yard near street.
- Send text to Mike to initiate deck refurbishing/gutter cleaning.
- Plan dinner with sis-in-law Annie - haven't seen her in weeks.
- Clean out kid's rooms this weekend when they are on a camping/canoeing trip with their dad.
- Schedule massage for this weekend.
- Fill over-empty (anxiety-inducing) food drawer at work.
- Celebrate National Laboratory Week (started today with an amazing brunch - can't wait for the massive luncheon on Thursday).
- Listen to Les Claypool projects over and over in preparation for concert on Sat.
- Finish filling out medicare forms on old cases - filing or writing off charges based on my assessment of what I ordered and it's necessity on the case (health care reform starting to hit home).
- Get gift for one of C's best friend's b-day parties this week to give to Mike for drop-off/pick-up.
- Finish long overdue, much tapered-down office project with decorator to ready the house for sale.
- Get check to piano teacher.
- Sign reading forms/permission slips.
- Make lunches.
- Oh yeah, day job.
Are you bored, yet? There is much more, but I think those highlights reflect my reality.
Maybe the unknown is good for me, in some sick sense. Right now, it feels like emotional torture.