It’s Saturday. I was driving around town around noon trying to find a place that could fill a prescription, and I felt like crap. I began a mental checklist of whether I had forgotten anything.
I got to “food”, and I thought about the last time I’d eaten. It wasn’t Saturday. It wasn’t Friday. It wasn’t Thursday. It was some time before then. I think I’ve had some wine and energy drinks in the interim.
I told my mother the last time I’d eaten, who asked, reasonably, “Why are you doing this to yourself?”
I responded, “I’m not doing it on purpose, I’m just not remembering to eat.”
“Sounds like your meds need adjusting,” she answered.
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No, wait, I did have some pizza Thursday night. So there’s that.
Oh, yeah. Are you aware that loss of appetite is a symptom of clinical mania?