First for the "Yay" part of the post- I had a great weekend. Friday night I slept like a baby. Saturday I got up sort of early. I started cleaning up the house. Then I went out back pack shopping. I ended up at L.L. Bean, which is where I got the pack from. I got a real nice one for only $50, and they gave me a gift certificate for $10. On the way home I treated myself to a Chick Fila (SP?) meal. After I got home I finished cleaning the house. After that I watched TV while tying some fishing flies. I also watched my DVD of No Country For Old Men. I love that movie. I also got my income tax refund check- $1,663 big ones! Saturday night I slept like a baby.
I got up early in Sunday and went hiking in the Pine Barrens. True to it's name I saw no signs of wildlife while hiking, except for some flies. It was beautiful and quiet and serene, though. It was sunny and reasonably warm so after hiking I stayed there and had lunch in the picnic area by the pond. For lunch I had beef jerkey, a banana, an apple and iced tea. After that I went and got my fishing license and trout stamp, and bought a new reel for my worm flipping rod. I went and fished for a bit, then went to have dinner with the kids at the ex's. Dinner and the conversation was good. After that I went home and tied more flies and talked to my parents on the phone for an hour. I didn't sleep too well because I got sick in the middle of the night. I suspect the culprit was a spaghetti TV dinner that I ate before bed.
Now for the "Boo" part of the post- One of my employees came to me this afternoon and asked me for the name and number of my psychatrist. Now, I told no one at work about my bipolar disorder except for my bosses. I didn't want anyone to know, especially not the employees, and for good reason. It's obvious that someone spilled the beans. One of them probably told the department secretary, who just can't keep her mouth shut. I am very unhappy about this. With all the stigma and misconceptions attached to mental illness, this is not a good thing for me. There is nothing I can do about it now, except wonder how far that story has spread and what the actual story is. I feel angry, betrayed and helpless. Grrr.