Take one serving of bipolar disorder , mix well with white coat syndrome enhanced with pre-surgery anxiety, sprinkle liberally with idiocy, and you'll have a lovely manic episode.
The whole lead-up to surgery has been a clusterfuck. Different people ask the same questions, nobody can tell me when I'm supposed to stop my MAOI nor what drugs I can/can't take (I've got a call in to my psych), and several people knew the date of my pre-op appointment, but not the time ("It's in the packet" was all I kept hearing, plus I was just told there's another packet on the way). Different people tell me different number of days I'm going to be in the hospital, and it just seems like nobody's communicating with anybody else. My blood pressure was 188/107, and I was blathering on and being incredibly fidgety.
My self-care tools were just not working, and I have no anti-anxiety meds. I thought I was going to jump right out of my skin. It's been so long since I've had a full-blown manic episode. I hate them, it's this awful can't-slow-down-my-brain-wanna-rip-off-my-skin kind of feeling.