I was manic at the tail end of a vacation in Portugal two years ago. It was at its worst during the flights home (airports are big triggers for me). There was a lot of rage and ranting, and I experienced some pretty scary delusions. I refused to wait in what was an extremely long line in customs in a very big international airport in my state (the destination airport). Hubby waited in the line and I stood near the front of the line waiting for hubby to make it there. As part of my ranting, I was yelling to the people at the head of the line that when they finally reach the TSA officer, they will be asked to give a stool sample. I guess that's kind of funny, but really wasn't, exactly.