What I love about this thread and reading it, is the realisation that I'm NOT alone.
No, I am not happy that people are feeling miserable, down and having a hard time. But having somewhere to come and talk about it and know that its not just me really helps.
This. Oh yes. Also yes yes to fuzzy memories, to the extent I try to get DP to keep a record of what happened and when, so I can debrief and make sense of it all when I'm well again. And yes yes to cringing embarrassment upon getting hazy snatches coming back to you. Time for one of my selected 'highlights', given that we are sharing. I don't remember much of this; he told me between giggles when I was well enough to have him debrief me. I'd been spooling up for the previous day or so, and was fairly, erm, exuberant. When I'm high, I come all over unnecessarily domestic goddess-y, and get urges to clean the house like never before. In my well state I veer towards slatternly-ness, as I find there's inevitably more interesting things to do than wash skirting boards, etc. I'd nigh on exhausted my DP, who is my tail gunner when I'm ill. He also has BP2, and thus gets it completely. He'd been following me around all day and evening, making sure I wasn't doing anything too daft. He found me on my hands and knees in the kitchen, about to scrub the kitchen floor for the third time that day. He calmly asked me if I thought it was really a good idea, and suggested that perhaps scrubbing the floor again could wait until the morning given the time. I'm told I petulantly tossed my head, in a manner similar to that of your average toddler, and haughtily informed him that "I always wash the kitchen floor at midnight!" Given he'd never before or since seen me wash the floor- I usually get a child to do it- I still haven't lived that one down.
Bunfags, it's funny, I worry about the opposite. I worry that people judge me more harshly if they don't know I'm ill. As in, I figure that if they know I'm ill then at least I have a sort of a hope they'll understand the reasons for why I'm behaving as I do, rather than just assume I'm being a complete moron out of choice/lack of consideration for others. I figure it's a bit like sneezing when you have hayfever; sneeze in a lift, and people step to one side for fear of catching a cold. Tell them you have hayfever (if indeed you do, and it's hayfever season of course), and they nod, visibly relax, and make vague understanding noises. At least some of the time...
Today, so far, is not quite as bad as yesterday. Fingers crossed it remains that way.