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The past three weeks have been dedicated to getting used to an increased dose of quetiapine (now up to 600mg daily) and the introduction of valproate (500mg as Epilim Chrono). The fluoxetine has stayed the same at 20mg; psychiatrist wanted to double that dose to 40mg but I tried that once before and it triggered hypomania.
So far the valproate doesn’t seem to have kicked-in. Psych says this can take 2-4 weeks and couple of 6-8 weeks before noticing any change in mood. The valproate / increased quetiapine together have had a very sedating effect and at the moment this would seem to be the only side effect so far.
It’s been a real pain trying to get the prescription sorted with GP and pharmacy; the former seems to find it impossible to write a simple repeat prescription and the latter seem inept at getting a stock of quetiapine. Though I’ve noticed the past month that several people on Twitter have also reported problems of pharmacies getting stocks of it.
The school year has now ended and in the end I managed to have only 4 days off sick. I was aiming at having 0 days this academic year, after the several months I had off last year. I see these 4 days as failure, though no-one appears to agree with me.
I’m going away on holiday to the Med; I’ve worked bloody hard for it.
Well I had the written assessment for the bleh temporary Desktop Support job yesterday and the person who would be the boss was administering it. She seemed very cool and laid back and I got the feeling that I would like very much to work for her. I feel like this would be the best situation for me if I have to get a job right now, it would be something I could do while I continue to look for a security position. It would be a good situation to ease me back into full-time work after so much time not working (except for my cushy part-time stuff). They are flexible about whether you take a lunch hour or not and I think they would let me go see the doctor without any b.s. which would really reduce my stress level. So I am willing the phone to ring with good news. Say your prayers for me or send me good juju or whatever you’re able to do please!! Thank you!!
Filed under: Bipolar, Bipolar and Work, Bipolar Disorder Tagged: Bipolar, Bipolar Disorder, Blogging, Hope, Mental Health, Mental Illness, Psychology, Reader
Of all the things I’ve ever lost, I miss my mind the most.
Seriously. My short-term memory is virtually non-existent nowadays, and it’s supremely frustrating. I can quote you the lyrics from a song that came out in 1975, but I can’t remember what I ate for lunch this afternoon…or even if I ate lunch at all. I’ve had memory issues since I was in my early 40s, but I blamed them on perimenopause then; now I realize that they were probably due to bipolar. At any rate, STM loss is a pain in the ass and I hate it.
A couple of years ago, I asked Dr. Awesomesauce if I might be developing dementia. I had trouble with word-finding, and sometimes would even forget what I was saying in mid-sentence. He was certain it wasn’t dementia, but possibly a combination of meds and brain damage from repeated bipolar episodes. Lamictal is notorious for this, and I take a crapload of it; I’ve also had many, many episodes of mania and depression throughout the course of my life. I still worry about early-onset Alzheimer’s, and I should get a second opinion from Dr. Goodenough, but I do wonder…which came first, the brain changes or the forgetfulness? And what, if anything, do meds have to do with it?
I mean, this is embarrassing. I’m apt to tell the same story to the same person at least twice; I try to read books but can’t remember the first part of a chapter by the time I get to the end of it; I can’t memorize phone numbers. This is one of the main reasons why I’m on disability, and why I lost my last job working with the state: I had to memorize large amounts of material, and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t even learn the stupid computer program I was supposed to use. And while I’m confessing, here’s this: on my blog posts, I always have to scroll back up to see what I’ve written lest I repeat myself. Pathetic.
It’s becoming harder to cover my faux pas. Or maybe I just think it is because I notice it and I’m self-conscious about it. My son Ethan thinks it’s funny: “Mom, you’ve said that three times in the past two days. You sound like a broken record!” (Yes, he does know what a record is. That’s what happens when a kid grows up with older parents.) I also miss some things and have to be reminded several times. However, the fact that he doesn’t seem to be concerned about it makes me feel slightly better; he works with elderly patients and knows what dementia looks like.
I strongly believe that meds have a lot to do with it, even though it feels like a cop-out. I’ve been maxed out on Lamictal since my hospitalization in November 2014, and the doctors warned me that this would probably happen. That too is somewhat reassuring, but it doesn’t make life easier. I also seem to fall a lot; I’ve had two of them in the past two weeks and four in the past year. It’s like I forget to lift one foot high up enough and trip over myself. They also told me that lack of coordination and poor balance are other side effects of large doses. But what can I do? I obviously need the medication…
Anyway, that’s my complaint of the day. I’ll scroll back up to see if this post makes sense, and then tonight I’ll crush it on Jeopardy! because I can remember all sorts of trivia as long as it happened in the past. Haha!
Sweet Baby Pierre was the first baby to leave the nest. In typical Bipolar On Fire fashion, I missed it because I was perusing my phone All of a sudden, I looked up, and there was a lovely white bird in the cage!! PIERRE!! He stayed in the cage for about ten minutes, but Peaches and Herb’s constant bickering (what the HELL, P&H??) must have scared him because he returned to the nest and there he stays. Peaches and Herb need to work on their relationship, there has been a lot of squawking and chasing each other around the cage. It doesn’t make for a very restful home environment. I would separate them, but I need both of those fuckers to feed the babies.
Today I have a written assessment for a goddamn temporary desktop support job. I guess there are so many qualified candidates, they need to weed them out with a written test before they decide who to interview. Needless to say, the job search is going shitty. I have not gotten one bite on a security job that I’ve applied for. My attitude is shit. I woke up this morning worrying about jobs. What a terrible way to wake up. Today is day 22 without my friend Mary Jane and man do I miss it!!! It really cuts the stress. Life without substances is quite the bitchass bitch, I say!
Yesterday as Mom & Dad’s maid I made Swedish Meatballs over mashed potatoes and it was so good, I am including a link to the recipe here! Holy hell is it good. Quite a lot of work but soooooo worth it. Mom & Dad are really going to suffer without their maid once I get a full-time job, I’m worried about that. I don’t mean to be Negative Nellie and go on and on, but sorry I guess that’s where I’m at.
Hope you all are having a good week, if you’re not join the club and tell me about it! I will support you!!! I’m sure my shit ain’t the stinkiest. Peaches, BPOF!
Filed under: Bipolar, Bipolar and Anxiety, Bipolar and Stress, Bipolar and Work, Bipolar Crazy Bird Lady, Bipolar Disorder, Bipolar Pothead, Mental Illness, Psychology, Psychology Shmyshmology Tagged: Bipolar, Blogging, Mental Health, Mental Illness, Psychology, Reader
Does FEAR stand for Fuck Everything And Run, or False Evidence Appearing Real? Right now I want to Fuck Everything And Run. I am in fear because of this damn job search and the state of my finances. I am afraid that I am burning out my family because of my constant NEED. I am afraid that I won’t be able to work a full-time job. I am just a ball of FEAR. I got quite suicidal a couple of hours ago, but imagining my family getting the news was enough to bring me back from the edge and set my ass over to the computer to apply for some jobs. Then I became fearful again. Jesus! What is going to become of me?? I know I was in this horrible place before I took the CEH test, and then I passed it. Sometimes it’s darkest right before dawn. I know. Well, it’s dark right now. I hate that my mood can plummet to the depths of despair and I want to kill myself. I wish I had more faith in life. It’s just this damn fear taking over. I don’t know what to tell myself.
If this were someone else’s blog I’m sure I’d comment and ask if they contacted their therapist or their doctor. And the answer to that is No. Because I don’t want to go into the hospital. I think that would be a giant step backwards and would just stress me out more. I think I need to ride this out and work through it and keep applying for jobs. Hope that doesn’t sound like bullshit but that’s what I truly believe.
Filed under: Bipolar, Bipolar and Anxiety, Bipolar and Stress, Bipolar and Work, Bipolar Coping, Bipolar Disorder, Mental Illness, Psychology, Psychology Shmyshmology Tagged: Bipolar Disorder, Blogging, Depression, Mental Health, Mental Illness, Psychology, Reader, Suicide
Roughly two months ago, I was talking about “still waters” and not rocking the boat. I always have these fantasies that those feelings of stability will have some sticking power, but I have been downright down and depressed and agitated lately, and more lately than that, physically ill and the most exhausted I have ever been. All through this period, I stopped caring about things.
At first it was a conscious decision, like, “eff that.” Then it became quieter, until I wasn’t reaching out to anyone but I was doing my best to keep up pretenses and did a lot of cancelling appointments, making excuses for why I couldn’t/wouldn’t be there/had disappeared.
I am not right on top of pulling myself out of this sinkhole, but I am more aware of it, at least. I have started smoking again (yeah, I know, I know, I know) and am going through the whole beating up of myself over that failure. I have barely been to the gym in the last month, and have even given up on my calorie tracker, MyFitnessPal, most days. I am trying to resurrect all of that slowly, but to lay it all out there, it’s not working for me.
I have let issues get so big, piles so high, and issues so neglected that I am extremely overwhelmed. Overwhelmed to the point of panic attacks and almost nightly nightmares, which is not a good place to be. I haven’t felt like reaching out to anyone, somewhat because the response I am afraid I will get it how PROUD people are of ALL MY HARD WORK. When it comes out here that there has been no hard work, just continued survival and nothing else, I don’t want to have those words ringing in my ears.
On a related note, I get so sick of myself saying, things are great, things are mediocre, things are terrible, and then up and down and back all over again, that it is a lot of the reason why I don’t blog often. If I am this sick to death of me, I don’t figure anyone else wants to hear this shit either.
Filed under: Life Worth Living Tagged: anxiety, Bipolar, depression, overwhelmed
Well, I still have the job search blues. All signs point to doing the shit I used to do before I got these fucking certifications. All of the IT Security jobs want experience, how do you get the experience??? I know, I sound like a whiner.
Allow me to serve some cheese with the whine. I had a lovely sermon from my Dad today on the benefits of exercise. Of course, I know nothing, Nothing! About the health benefits of exercise. I choose to be fat. It’s just one of those lifestyle things, Dad. You wouldn’t get it. So Dad went on & on about exercise, how it’s so good, it feeds you socially, (who GIVES A FUCK about social shit?), etc., and I took it, like a good daughter, don’t ask me WHY I TOLERATE THIS SHIT, but I do, and then on the way home from my Mom & Dad’s, THANK GODDESS I had my phone on Do Not Disturb This Bitch, Dad left not one but TWO voicemail messages on how I should look for a job, I’m 51 years old, I have no idea how to look for a job!!! THANK G0D FOR MY DAD TO TELL ME HOW TO DO SHIT. Well I nearly shit two tons when I heard the messages. AS IF I haven’t been doing everything I can to get a job in the IT Security field!!!!!!!!!!! But he has some advice on how to do it. Because he knows best. Fucking holy hell.
So now! I am drinking some strawberry lemonade (10 calories) with vodka (many more calories) to drown my feelings because I can’t get stoned because of fucking drug tests!!! Hypocritical Colorado where the weed is legal but they still drug test for it!!!! Bullshit..in my not very humble opinion. But I am 16 days off weed which is some kind of record for Guiness and I’m going for 30 to pass the fucking drug tests!!! Bullshit…
I am so glad to have uplifted you all with this post, hope you are all equally great in your outlooks and dispositions….let me know… BPoF!!
Filed under: Bipolar, Bipolar and Crazy, Bipolar and Work, Bipolar Disorder, Bipolar Exercise, Bipolar Fat, Bipolar Pothead, Mental Illness, Psychology, Psychology Shmyshmology Tagged: Bipolar, Bipolar Disorder, Blogging, Humor, Mental Health, Mental Illness, Psychology, Reader
Great news! I didn’t die on my hike! It was so…fucking….hard…and so…fucking….steep!!! I didn’t make it all the way up the mountain and that is ok with me. My niece and I made it about a quarter of the way and went back down, thoroughly exhausted. It was hot as hell, too. We waited at the bottom for my sister and her two kids, who did the whole hike up to the hidden lakes. I feel good for what I did and glad I didn’t push myself beyond what I could do, because coming down was just as hard as going up. Did I tell you how hard it was??? It was a BEAR!!
So now I am home and back to reality and my reality BITES. I am looking for a job hot & heavy and I’m finding that many prospective employers want two supervisory references and guess what?? I can’t provide two!! WOW just as I am writing this I had a brainstorm that I can provide Dr. Flaky and Dr. HasHerShitTogether BAM two supervisory references!!! Other than those two I have not gotten along with my supervisors. I tell you, Authority Issues should be my middle name!!! (Thank you, Dad). Whoa I feel better now that I thought of Dr. HasHerShitTogether!!! I think that problem is solved!!!
I still am having a problem with WILLINGNESS to get a job, i.e. I don’t have it. I know I NEED a job and I NEED money but I sure don’t WANT to get a full-time job. I honestly don’t know how I am going to do it!!! I don’t feel like I have the strength or stamina to work a full-time job, yet I don’t feel like I have a choice, either.
I came home to find the baby birds had GROWN in two and a half days and they have a lot more feathers and they seem more alert. I am talking to them a lot, they better get used to me talking to them!! They are cuter than shit and I promise to get out the good camera and try to get a pic!
My birthday is tomorrow, I’ll be 51 years OLD!!! I can’t believe it. I wish I could roll the years backward. I’m going to my parents to work. BOO!!! But I need the money.
Hope you are all well and happy. Peaches….BPOF!
Filed under: Bipolar, Bipolar and Work, Bipolar Crazy Bird Lady, Bipolar Disorder, Bipolar Exercise, Mental Illness, Psychology, Psychology Shmyshmology Tagged: Bipolar, Blogging, Mental Health, Mental Illness, Psychology, Reader