Daily Archives: June 15, 2014

Thanks Rafiki!

He’s right.
Your right, Rafiki.
Now…just to believe you..

Filed under: Images, Uplifting

The Passage of June

The crux of summer flattens out like a sigh...June is the tesseract of the year...

For Chris and my friends

I'm on my way to the inpatient ward at the hospital.


For Chris and my friends

I'm on my way to the inpatient ward at the hospital.


Frou Frou – Let Go

Did you know there is BEAUTY IN THE BREAKDOWN?

This song tells you so. Listen and relax.

Filed under: Music, Ranting, Videos

Old China Days

Has there been a day this week I haven't cried? And not just the bad days. Even the better ones are old china plates...

Daily Prompt: Verbal Ticks

Thank you, Ben Huberman.  I really needed a larf, and Huberman’s  Daily Prompt has got me rolling on the floor: “Verbal Ticks.”

Do you have a “verbal tick” you can’t get rid of?  Does it bury its head in your skin, suck your blood, and give you Lyme Disease, all the while chattering away like a demented dummy?

Ben, darling, I really am not dissing you.  It’s just that I’m a compulsive editor/proofreader with a cranked sense of humor.  I would have left you a comment in the “comments” section on your post, but there doesn’t seem to be one on the Daily Prompt, and if there is, I couldn’t find it.  My bad.

The word you wanted was tic.  A verbal tic is a vocalization, whether recognizable or not, that builds up inside the sufferer’s mind/body with increasing pressure until it exits, one way or another.  It’s a common feature of Tourette Syndrome.

I heard of a lawyer with Tourette’s whose main tic was verbal.  His brain compelled him to utter foul curses!  Most of the time he was able to blend them into a faked cough, but occasionally he had to exit the courtroom in order to drain himself of curses!  The judges all knew of his disability and made accommodations for his needs.

So now I’ve had my larf at the expense of our dear Ben, and it really is bedtime; but I will have to distract my mind, perhaps by watching Betty Boop cartoons, lest my dream be populated with chattering blood-sucking arthropods.

Drugs and a Day in the Life of Lisa Latebloom

In previous posts, I’ve talked about how much having a set routine for my day-to-day life and taking my medications have helped me. Today I’ll give you a little more info on both, so you can get an idea what a typical day for a high functioning bipolar healthcare worker is like.

0905- the alarm goes off. I turn it off, as another alarm will go off at 0930. I give myself this allotment of 25 minutes to simply wake up without feeling rushed and to just ease into the day. My work day is always hectic, so this gentle start into the day helps me start on the right foot. In addition, I take my medications at night and perform best on 9 hours of sleep. The 25 minute buffer helps me wake up completely, as my medications make me pretty drowsy. 

0930-1030 I get out of bed, get dressed and “put on my face”. Wearing scrubs comes in handy in time spent dressing and picking something out. I then pack my lunch and have something small to eat. 

1030-1100 commute to work

1100 begin my day at the hospital, in the emergency room. I will see anywhere from 10-20 people in a day and they all get my best. No matter what happens I try to stay positive and be a help to people during their time in the hospital. There is no room for error and time is of the essence. It goes without saying it’s a busy, hectic, noisy day. Oh, and coffee, coffee, coffee.

1530- lunch time. Peace and relative quiet unless I get interrupted with a question. I take this time to eat and then just sit quietly. I usually go to lunch alone just to be able to relax and decompress. If I’m feeling overly jumpy, I’ll find someone to talk to. Again, I find this time to just be still in the middle of the often chaotic day helps sustain me.

1605 back to work. Work picks up at this time, the ambulances continue to bring in the sick and injured. Everyone gets a smile and my problems dissolve into the background. There are heart attacks, strokes, emergency surgeries, assault victims, drug overdoses. Sometimes a family member needs comforting, sometimes they need a laugh. You learn to provide what people need. You learn to deal with the smells and sights. You learn to hold back your own tears when a patient passes away. Emergency department workers are a special breed, each with an odd sense of humor, a great set of skills, endurance and compassion. I feel I work with some of the best, and I can honestly say I love my job.

1945 I begin the drive home. 

2015 I’m home. I grab the mail, feed the cat and water my plants. I scrounge up some sort of healthy-ish meal and make a lunch for the following day. Dinnertime is when I finally log on to Facebook and Twitter and catch up on what happened in the outside world. During the summer when it stays light out later, I usually go for a run after work, then have dinner when I get home. After dinner, I talk to my mom and my best friend (yep, every day!) and text my sister. Housework and other miscellaneous things get done around this time, too.

2100 my nightly cup of coffee. It doesn’t affect my sleep and I tend to take my time preparing a nice cup of pour over coffee. In summertime, I drink my evening coffee on my balcony and enjoy the fresh air.

2200 it’s time for meds and a shower. The med list currently is as follows: Risperdal 1 mg, Effexor XR 150mg, Fish Oil 1 gram, Vitamin D 5000 iu, CoQ10 100mg, Vitamin B Complex. The Fish Oil is a new addition after I read a study showing it could have a positive impact on the depression part of bipolar, so I figured it was worth a shot, plus it’s so good for your heart and cholesterol. 

2230 time to play fetch with Fluffernutter (yes, my cat plays fetch) and making sure everything is in order for the next day. I might play a game on my phone or read but 9 times out of 10 I just listen to some Bon Iver or other mellow music. As you see, there’s not a lot of time scheduled for “being connected”. I don’t really go through my Bloglovin list as much as I’d like and leave comments There are seemingly a million Tweets I have missed out on. My blog posts are spur of the moment and not really planned ahead of time, save pieces of an idea knocking around that I’d like to tackle here and there. My blog will never be a sponsored, giveaway-hosting, glamorous lifestyle blog. It’s an outlet for me and a place for people to gain a better understanding of bipolar disorder and what it’s like to live with it. I’m really OK with this and I’m really proud of the connections I’ve made as a result of this blog. 

Sometime between 2300 and 0000, I go to sleep after saying some prayers. 

It’s not an exciting day, written out like this. But routine is key when you have mental illness. Establishing routine, getting enough sleep, eating right, taking my meds and exercising have all helped tremendously. It’s been quite some time (wary of cursing myself here) since I’ve lapsed into a manic episode, and that alone speaks volumes. I also have found that taking the time throughout the day to just be still is a big help. It can often quell an anxiety attack or provide me with clarity regarding whatever I’m worrying about. The last several months following this routine have actually brought about changes in how I live daily life, but also how I approach things. I look back at how I had been and how I am now, and it’s worlds apart. I realize I was a mess and I can’t imagine myself doing some of the awful things I had done (which I once again apologize to those affected for). Now that I’m medicated and living an orderly life, I can look back and take away lessons, rather than beating myself up for things I did that I couldn’t exactly control. 

Even if you don’t suffer from bipolar or any other mental illness, I think there’s certainly something to gain for everyone from just taking that time to be still, to disconnect from your phone or computer or tv. Just be still, and listen to your inner voice. You’ll be surprised what you can learn from it!



Filed under: Uncategorized Tagged: bipolar disorder, depression, healthcare, life, medication, routine, work

Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot?

Wow, talk about things coming out of left field…..today I was basically accused of being depressed (which I’m not) and “hiding” behind a fake name on Facebook (which I do strictly for privacy reasons). And when I presented facts to the contrary, the person all but said I was lying, thus making me question momentarily whether I really am crazy after all, even though I think I’m as sane as I’ve ever been in my life.

WTF?? I wondered.

I went back over my blog posts for the past week or so to see if I could find anything indicating that I was having “dark thoughts”. To be sure, I’m not exactly the happiest of campers these days, but there’s a big difference between that and depression. It doesn’t even qualify as a case of the blues. And there’s nothing in the blog that should make anyone suspect that I’m “not myself”.

Now, I did share a meme on FB a couple of days ago whose comments included an unfortunate remark from another poster along the lines of, “this is another day when I hope I won’t wake up tomorrow”. But I’ve never written that, not on FB, in this blog, or anywhere else. I haven’t even thought that in months! As difficult as life is right now, I’m in no hurry to leave it…..it never occurred to me that this might not be perfectly clear in my postings. Why ever would anyone think I’m having suicidal ideation?

NO, I am not thrilled with the way my life is going at this juncture. Who would be? And YES, my confidence is a bit shaky. Whose wouldn’t be? I lost out on three jobs that I should’ve gotten with one hand tied behind my back. That doesn’t exactly inspire happy thoughts. But as much as my identity has been tied up in what I do for a living, I’m using this off time to work on letting go of that. I don’t need to be told I’m feeling something I’m not, or that I’m hiding behind a shield of some sort—if I need anything, it’s to be encouraged and to hear someone say “I’m glad to see you working on that. Keep it up”.

Of course, none of this is really about me at all, even though it hurts just the same. But as another popular FB saying goes, “those who stir the shit-pot should have to lick the spoon”. I shouldn’t be the one with the bad taste in her mouth.