Today I discovered when you are bipolar sick, time can stretch and slow down, and this is not a good thing to have happen while you are driving. All of a sudden the sounds from the music you are listening to crash together, and it causes a dizzying experience, so you have to just narrate your way home. I made it safe and sound, but I have never had that experience before, so I look back on it with curiosity. At the time I was rattled, because I had to be; that was a protective mechanism that we fortunately all share. Until we are completely over the edge, I suppose.