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I’ve been sick since about 2 a.m. with an upset stomach and just now finally feel up tp typing.  I had such a full day planned and had to cancel it all.  And I can’t eat.  So I am feeling extremely crummy today.  I wont’ go into details, but I’ve been good and sick.

So I am going to wrap this up quickly so I can go back to bed and rest some more.  Hope everyone has a good weekend,

So I am awake early so I can take my youngest to her church event at 9 a.m.   I feel good being up on time and not dragging along so much as usual. Maybe school starting soon won’t be so hard on me.

Speaking of which, I am teaching this fall–I have a full class thus far but we will see how many we have left by the end of September. I’m not going to be hard on them I don’t think, but I am going to demand they do the readings as homework and state that demand early on so there is no confusion.  We will see how many weed themselves out.

I am getting better.  The past two days I haven’t gone back to sleep in the afternoon.  I’ve kept myself busy doing stuff.  Not big stuff, but little stuff, like laundry and what not.  And I’ve been writing on a new project I’m really excited about so that has kept me busy as well.

Hope everyone has a good rest of the week and a good weekend.  Keep praying for me as I try to get better and better every day.

The Zyprexa is working.

Dammit. I should have known how much I needed it.

Like I said a couple of posts ago, I’d really hoped to come down or even off some of my meds. But the truth is, the higher dose of Vitamin Z is taking care of both my sleep and my racing thoughts; with rare exceptions I’m getting to bed by 1 AM, and I sleep through the night. What astonishes me is how much my brain has quieted down…the static in my head has faded out, and I’m not chasing stray thoughts all over the universe. I didn’t know there was anything that could do that.

The other night I was lying in bed thinking (not obsessing) about all of this. It’s kind of like sleeping in the most comfortable bed you’ve ever been in, and waking up every 90 minutes or so to marvel at how comfortable you are. I have actually done this. Will and I once stayed in an exclusive hotel that was right on the beach, and I remember this huge queen bed with down pillows, a down mattress topper and down comforters. It was like lying on a cloud. I barely slept at all that night because I was TOO cozy. Does that make sense?

Yes, the fire of hypomania has been banked, and as much as I hate to admit it I feel a lot more settled. It’s nice not to lie in bed at 4 in the morning, staring up at the ceiling and wondering if I should keep trying to fall asleep or if I should just get up, drink some coffee and start the day. It also doesn’t hurt that I made it through the second anniversary of Will’s passing and am on a more even keel emotionally. I don’t like being groggy in the mornings and I’m definitely more so than I was, and I average about 9-10 hours’ sleep now. But it’s better than 2-3 hours a night, and I really do enjoy the slower pace of my thoughts. You just don’t know how bad the noise and the disorganization are until they’re not there anymore.

Of course, this probably means I’ll stay on the increased dose for awhile, maybe even for good. Or maybe it’ll just be through the summer…all I know is that I have three months’ worth of refills. After fielding some slings and arrows from friends, I’ve come to the conclusion that it really shouldn’t matter how much medication I’m on, I have to take the amount that works. And Dr. Goodenough is more on top of things than I gave him credit for. He wanted to increase the Zyprexa a month sooner, and I refused. Bad decision on my part. I was starting to spend too much money and my checking account was overdrawn for the first time in years, and I wasn’t sleeping well at least three nights out of the week. I may have only been mildly hypomanic, but if I hadn’t regained some control of my sleep I would have gotten a lot worse. I know. I’ve seen me do it.

Now, all I have to do is get past this notion that I’m overmedicated. Sometimes in the mornings when it takes an act of God to propel me out of bed, I want to chuck the whole kit and caboodle. I HATE being so drowsy when I wake up. I’d rather be able to pop up like I do when I’ve slept only a couple of hours. But as we all know, sleep is crucial when one is grappling with bipolar disorder, and historically I have not done well when I don’t get enough of it.

The extra Zyprexa has also been helpful in keeping my anxiety at bay during the past few days. Some things have happened lately that are causing all of us to worry, and of course I go from 0 to 60 in seconds when I’m stressed AF by events beyond my control. It’s hard not to freak out when everything seems to be going to hell in the proverbial bushel basket. But so far I’ve been able to stay relatively calm and be something of a voice of reason. Who knew?

Trying to keep on the positive side.  My youngest is home but getting ready to ship out again, this time with the church. She is looking forward to this event and I hope it makes a difference in her life for having gone.

I got my meds refilled so I did that correctly. Just trying to do what all I’m supposed to do. I need to swap the laundry around and get to work on it more this afternoon.

My friends up in Ohio finally caught a break–my friend’s wife had lost her job, and she’s already found a new one right off the bat.  So they can continue to have insurance to treat his colon cancer.  I’ve been praying for them for months that things would start to turn around, and it looks like they have.  God is so good.

I need to get back to writing this morning–Ive been goofing off with my youngest but now she is absorbed in her book so I can type for a while.  Hope everyone has a good rest of the week!