Daily Archives: July 12, 2018

Story

So I sent off a new story yesterday.  I enjoyed working on it and had fun putting it together.  Hopefully someone will pick it up. and I can get some exposure.

Getting ready to go out to eat with Bob and my youngest for lunch. We’re going to Fannin Mart for fried chicken and country vegetables. So we will enjoy that.

THis afternoon we are shipping out to Biloxi for the last dance competition of the season.  I’m still not looking forward to it but I am not filled with dread, either. We will see how everything goes.  I won’t be blogging while we’re gone, but that means I’ll only miss one day of it.  THat will be all right.

I have to refill some medicine before we leave and will do that on our way to lunch.  My knees are still pain free and that excites me every time I think about it.  No other way to explain it except that it is God doing a healing work in me.  So excited to be able to walk normally!

Hope everyone has a great weekend and gets in some relaxing time with family.

The Frustrations of a Mental Health Advocate

saveNo one would say that they don’t care about the mentally ill, I don’t think.  However, it has been proven over and over again that many don’t care at all.  I am not going to go through the proof because those of us who are advocates know the hardships those with mental illness goes through and the lack of education and strong stigma still attached to it.

The Congress, the President, the news outlets, our friends, family members, and even our fellow church members  would never tell it to our faces that they don’t care about us, but they don’t. It is not their fault as education is key.

Write to your Congressman today and use my  previous blog to get our points across. Let’s create #suicideprevention as trending today.

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Going The Wrong Way

And to think I was going to ask if I could lower some of my meds…

I’m still having trouble with sleep. I don’t think I’m acting out much (although I have been spending too much money lately and can’t account for it), but I have to admit I feel a little fragile from the frequent nights of little or no shut-eye. I’m not tired in the mornings after being up until dawn, which is ironic considering that on the nights when I do get good sleep, I feel like a slug the next day. In fact, this morning I popped right out of bed three hours after my brain finally shut up long enough for me to drift into slumber, and went to my appointment with Dr. Goodenough.

I had the feeling he was going to propose an increase in one of my antipsychotics, and that’s exactly what he did. He is still concerned about hypomania even though I don’t think I’m in it right now. I was doing all right during questioning until he asked about racing thoughts and money. Oh, shit. I have admittedly spent a not insignificant amount of time dealing with hypo in one manifestation or another since mid-March, but I thought I had a handle on it. It’s like pinching a balloon or trying to contain a generous booty in a girdle…no matter where you squeeze, it’s gonna come out somewhere else. The spending is just the latest thing. I’m not kidding: I’m broke and it’s still a week till payday. I’m NEVER completely broke, or at least I wasn’t until recently. But there’s about two or three hundred bucks gone this month that I can’t explain, and my credit card balance is going up too. What the hell??

So to nip this in the bud and especially to promote sleep, Dr. G decided to bump up my Zyprexa dose from 5 mg to 7.5 mg. Not a huge increase, and (hopefully) it’s only for a week, unless it proves successful and I have to stay on it for the rest of the summer. I didn’t want to raise the Zyprexa. I want to be on fewer meds and smaller doses, and I’ve been thinking for a while that I would ask to at least come down on some of them. But I seem to be headed the wrong way. I was even going four months in between doctor appointments, and now I’m back to monthly again. Not that I mind seeing him, I just mind what more frequent visits and med adjustments stand for.

I hope this does the job and I don’t have to stay on the higher dose. I’m worried about weight gain, and Zyprexa is notorious in that department. I wondered aloud why we couldn’t increase the Trazodone (sleep med that does absolutely nothing), but he reminded me that it’s actually an antidepressant and could throw me into mania if I were to take more of it than I do now. Well, duh—I should’ve known that. Sometimes I wonder where the hell my nurse brain went. I used to be a walking encyclopedia of pharmaceuticals; now I can’t even remember that basic information. I have to call next Wednesday to report on how the med change is affecting me, which is going to be difficult because I HATE calling psychiatrists. Dr. Awesomesauce used to complain about this a lot because I always waited until I was desperately ill to call him. I guess I’ll just have to do better about that. Besides, with any luck I’ll be back to my normal Zyprexa dose in a week.

In the meantime, I just took the extra Zyprexa and I’m starting to get sleepy. I haven’t slept worth a crap in several nights…let this be the night that it all changes.

Thanks, Doc. I think.