Whenever the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will see it and remember the everlasting covenant between God and all living creatures of every kind on the earth." Genesis 9:13

Monday, December 31, 2007


The last 4 months I've had to undergo a big attitude change. After years of treatments that only partly worked and which gave me all kinds of yucky side effects I had thought there were things that I absolutely wouldn't accept. Like another 20 lbs, for example. We chose Seroquel over Zyprexa to reduce the chances of weight gain, but unfortunately I gained weight. I think it's got a lot to do with my thyroid swearing at me for not producing adequate hormones, but regardless, I've gained a lot of weight.

Since I go back to work next week I need to buy scrubs. I knew my shirts weren't going to fit. My pants, however, I thought would be ok because they are drawstring and have always been somewhat large. No go. I'm ordering pants to go with my shirts.

I feel like warning people at work that I've gained weight. I know people will talk about me when I show up anyway, but showing up with all this weight gain and some serious tremors make me pretty self-conscious. Having all new scrubs will add to this because scrubs last forever and we just don't usually replace all at once.

I am trying to be mature. Crying and anger are not going to change this. But it still isn't my favorite thing.


For all that I've said about feeling so good, I've had a small worry with me throughout the last few days.

My energy had been trending rapidly upward since my thyroid meds were adjusted in the beginning of December. Then Christmas Eve I did what would be a normal amount of things in one day, and I found myself totally exhausted Christmas day.

I thought it would go away. It hasn't. In fact the exhaustion has increased again to the point that sleep is all I care about. Yet I know I am not depressed in any way. Plus I have other thyroid symptoms, especially being cold. I am freezing at all times and it's just not that cold right now. And my skin is dry enough to be used as sandpaper. Etc., for those who know the thyroid dance.

For the first time I'm guessing that my thyroid isn't right still. I tried to call to see if I could do my bloodwork sooner but the doctor wasn't in today. So it's going to be Wed. before I can find out and Thursday before I can be tested. I'll be cutting it close going back to work next week.

The would be the thing I don't need...

Sunday, December 30, 2007


Emilija had a great comment on a post below. I gave a link to a table where potential mood stabilizers are given divided into categories of research which show they are effective, neutral, or not effective. She pointed out that some of those in the negative category do work, and some in the positive, FDA approved can trigger cycling for some of us. I started to reply, then decided it was a better post.

Now I lost my original writing. Too bad since of course it was brilliant. :)

Anyway, what I was saying:

I think that this kind of table is a nice guide. It's not definitive. In this case I have used this particular table because I've gotten a lot of very helpful information from the author over the years. (The page is www.psycheducation.org and the author is Jim Phelps. He also is the Ask a Doctor at www.bipolarworld.net).

What I think this is useful for is determining what is the better of 2 choices. If one drug is from the positive results table and the other is the negative I'd rather try the positive one first. We all know people who do well on the drugs in the negative column by their own reports, so clearly the data may not be reflective of what we as bipolar patients feel, but my goal in starting a new drug is always to have the best chance of success with as little fuss. Having said that I've taken drugs from all 3 columns, I think. If not they've been considered and neurontin is up next for anxiety.

I'm a biochemical nightmare, so I like knowing that we're using things that have fairly strong evidence that they will work. On the other hand, I know that there is not research done on me that reflects my biochemical nightmarishness, so nothing is going show to how my mind and body will react to any given approach.

Another example of this is the "antidepressants are contraindicated for bipolar patients" theory. When I was diagnosed I had been through every dose of 11 antidepressants. None helped, most made me worse. I was told that I should avoid antidepressants and that they had nearly certainly been a big force behind my severe rapid cycling. Fast forward 2 or 3 years. I was depressed all the time, nothing was helping it. We decided to try an antidepressant that I'd previously tolerated quite well and use aggressive dosing to maintain stability. I was pretty sleepy for a week and then I felt better. I've been on antidepressants pretty consistently since, although the one used had to change thanks to developing hypertension from the one that worked. The current one (imipramine) works extremely well. We took me off it in the fall and I went back on it quickly.

Wouldn't it be nice if you could just enter symptoms in a computer and get a print-out of what you need to take an how?

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Whatever works

In something of a continuation from the last post, here is my theory of med management: Whatever works.

Once upon a time I had many pre-conceived ideas about how many and what types of meds I would take. That barrier broke 3 ways. First, I agreed to take antidepressants when I was 21 (11 years ago) and agreed to take them again when I needed them when I was 24. Second, I agreed to take Lithium. That was hard. Even though my doctor was careful to tell me it wasn't necessarily for bipolar it was a step towards acknowledging my depression wasn't situational. The final step was accepting an antipsychotic. I just never thought I'd get that far. And then there I was on 3 mood stabilizers, having not benefitted from a 4th mood stabilizer, and in desperate need of something to stop raging depression/mixed symptoms. I didn't even have a very emotional reaction to swallowing my first Geodon.

Over time I've learned that I have no ability to decide in advance what I prefer. Ideally I want to be on few meds and low doses to minimize side effects. But that's not how it works for me. I remember when I started depakote and gained weight that I read that usually when weight gain becomes an issue the dose can be leveled off. For me that's untrue, because my levels aren't even close to therapeutic when they should be. I cannot have preconceived notions about meds because I'm going to need them all.

If you look at a list of what I'm taking and the doses you'd think my doctor was abusing me. You'd think I was sedated out of my head. The thing is, I'm not. I just have different med requirements than most people. I look and feel really good at this level of sedation. The only complaint I have is being more sleepy than ideal, but that's improving.

So that's my med motto: whatever works.

Friday, December 28, 2007

Getting Good Treatment

I've said this in posts, but never have devoted a post to this. No matter how miserable I have been at times, you can go back through this blog and see that I always know that I'm getting the best help available to me. That's not coincidental with the question of how can I be as sick as I've been and still work, etc. Good treatment is the #1 thing with me and always will be.

I see so often people who aren't feeling better, who feel misunderstood, who lack a sense of control over how they are treated, and who are angry at their doctors. Yet it is hard to argue with a doctor or refuse a treatment. Many times those people will have a list of meds that I read and think "if I know this is not a particularly effective combination then why is this doctor telling the patient it will cure them?". It's true that there are meds that work for some of us and not others, but it is also true that some meds are used as mood stabilizers while the literature says they are not effective.

I think first off, everyone needs to know this. As a healthcare worker who is not a doctor I see this all the time. People, doctors ARE NOT GOD. Never let your doctor push you around. Listen to them and if you don't like what they are saying then find another doctor. Your doctor should be open to your ideas and suggestions. If you just have a bad feeling about a med and want to hold off trying that one in favor of something else, your doctor should either explain the reasons behind drug one or give you another drug. Just know that you may wind up like me and wind up discovering that the drug you've avoided for 2 years is a miracle drug for you. But I had good reason to want to avoid it and avoiding it probably made it all work out because avoiding Seroquel is why we put my Depakote dose so high, and I think it is the combination that is so good. You have a right to ask questions and a right to ask as many as you want. If you feel rushed ask to book a double appointment the next time. Your insurance will pay, it's just a different billing code. If you feel you need to see the doctor more frequently than ask to schedule that. If you want your doctor and therapist or your family doctor and psychiatrist to communicate then ask them to do so and sigh releases. I have gone to the same counseling center for nearly 6 years. Everyone there knows that from time to time I'm going to ask for an extra appointment. 18 months ago when I was on disability we did that whole time with bi-weekly visits; this time I only had 2 visits a few times. But if I think my moods have gone crazy then I'll be in there without even thinking twice because I am the one paying the therapist to help see the moods, and if he doesn't like it, too bad. And yes, that's a conversation we've had.

I guess the point here is this: if you are taking your meds and you don't feel good, something is not right. If you or your loved one takes the meds and the behaviors are still there, (still there a lot, sometimes things are still going to be there some), if it seems like it should be able to be better, then you need to get someone to be changing things around. I've been on over 40 meds at generally every dose for each and in different combinations. I can't imagine how many combinations that's meant. If your doctor says that whatever you are on is the best for you and doesn't have a good reason, find another doctor. There are certain things that are standard when treatment seems to not be working, like switching mood stabilizers to the ones with most proof of effectiveness or dropping an antidepressant.

Second, don't see a doctor you don't like. I did this. I nearly killed myself. I have never, in all the years I have battled bipolar, come so close to suicide. And that was several months before that same doctor put me on Prozac, which had everyone in my life thinking I was going to be signing into the hospital within days.

Third, and this is a big one, realize that your health is worth extra effort. So often people say there aren't any psychiatrists where they live. Well, I live in rural Appalachia. So you are very unlikely to be any worse off than I am and I have super doctors. I think there is one psychiatrist in this county and he is at community mental health. I believe my insurance covers 6 in the nearest city (an hour away) and the last time I checked none would accept a bipolar patient. I skip that city and the next one to go to a major city with a major university hospital. There are actually 2 in that city and I've gone to both. One of the is one of the top in the world. My doctor is "just" an expert but it makes such a difference that she is part of this academic world where she can (and has) contacted the top doctors at both of these hospitals about me.

When I was first trying to get a real diagnosis a convulted process got me to university #1. I actually called #2 first because it is the more famous of the 2 but they insisted on having records from the doctor I was currently seeing. I didn't want to tell her I was switching. I argued and they tried to put me in partial hospitalization based on a phone screen. It freaked me out. So I went with #1. I learned with them to be very, very honest. At first they couldn't get me in for something like 2 months. I burst into tears because I knew I couldn't last that long. They offered hospitalization but my insurance wouldn't pay for psych. So they found me a place within a week. I was enrolled in a clinical trial within 3 weeks of that appt.

After the clinical trial I switched to my current doctor who ran a few days a week clinic in the closest city, along with her own private practice. Last year she closed her practice and joined hospital #2, so now I go there.

When I was coming off the clinical trial my therapist arranged for me to see this psychiatrist. She's very good. She seems to intrinsically know what will work. She has never hesitated to try things, even things that were somewhat odd. She lets my messed up body dictate what happens. She cares, enough that a few years ago she called me on Christmas Eve to be sure I was doing ok. As I said yesterday, I go every 4 weeks without fail (I have never gone more than 6 weeks without seeing her in 5 years) and the shortest visit I've ever had was 45 minutes. The longest has been close to 2 1/2 hours. Generally it is 75 minutes. I have her email address. I can also call and her secretary should know that I'm a fragile patient with a history of serious med issues. And I can control many things. I am allowed to ask to put off trying this med, or to try increasing another before adding something. She absolutely listens to me.

I drive 2 hours each way for every appointment. That means that 1 Saturday per month (she sees me on Saturdays) is a 6 hour committment to psychiatric care. During the winter I spend the night on Friday so it is actually a 36 hour committment those days.


Anything you spend on medical costs over 7.5% of your income is tax deductible. This makes it ok to spend a substantial amount on medical costs because you'll get it back. Last year my medical deduction was around $6000. It's easy to reach that 7.5% with typical bipolar care because therapy, psychiatrists, meds, and anything not covered by insurance count. You can also count mileage over a certain distance (I think 50 miles) and lodging. I just plan financially that I'll spend this huge amount and then get it back in the spring every year.

Also, do the math. My doctor's current charge for my long session is $219. My co-pay is $50. My insurance covers the rest. Several months ago I looked into a job change with a change of insurers. I did some math and learned that if I had to pay 30% (the out of network fee) it would only be $15 more than I pay now. And remember, that will come back in your taxes.

In summary, don't accept bad care. There are hundreds of drug combinations and it sounds like many people are being given things that don't help enough and left to hang. It is so hard to advocate for yourself when you feel horrible but you have to.


I just did a bit of calcuating. And I learned that the daily cost of my prescribed meds alone is $74. Thankfully insurance covers most of this, but wow. I knew I had golden stomach contents but this proves it. My monthly Seroquel bill is something like $1500.

I'm awestruck. Whatever it takes I guess....

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Response to Comment

This started as a response to Jon's comment on the post below, but it quickly turned into a post.

For the most part I didn't see anger. But every time I've ever seen this discussion, and of course it comes up a lot on various pages, it seems like quite a few of us are angry because modern medicine hasn't gotten this to a point of easy cures.

I've been there. But last January I failed Trileptal, leaving me with only 3 untried meds, all of which were not great choices in theory. I also had 2 meds that I'd had bad experiences with to re-try. My choice was to try those 2 meds. First was lithium at a tiny dose. As long as it is at 300 mg and I monitor for signs of dehydration I'm ok and benefit from that tiny amount. Then was Lamictal which gave me the rash so it's off the table even though it worked well.

I was very angry during that time and the next few months where we edged the Depakote dose to the maximum I could tolerate. But I was angry at the unfairness of allergies and poor responses, and maybe that's what seems different; I went through the "I have to take HOW many meds?" anger years ago.

Ultimately Seroquel is giving me the best days I've had in 10 years. The anger is going away pretty quickly now that I finally see I can feel good and it is lasting. I know I'll get sick again. But this time something finally happened. I'd spent years waiting for the major episode that I actually fully recovered from. I always had major episodes and bounced almost back. Last year it was so much less than before I'd been sick I was terrified. But now I am suddenly better than I've been in years. I bounced back to my baseline plus with this new combination of meds. I have a lot more confidence that this will work now that it's happened.

I imagine that I have a defensiveness that comes from being a medical professional. Every so often in my career someone (nearly 100% of the time a family member who is not involved at all) will come wave a Medicare statement in my face and yell at me about how expensive therapy is. Well, in a way that is true. Therapy isn't cheap. But like all medical procedures you are paying for my expertise, education, and experience; you're paying for supplies; you're paying for treatment time; you're paying your part of my malpractice insurance, etc. When this kind of thing happens I'm invariably blamed for not causing faster healing. Even though I know that I am very ethical about this sort of thing I still get frustrated whenever it happens. Therefore I probably am more aware of hearing (not on Jon's post necessarily) the statements that western medicine is dominated by money and is ineffective at helping. I just identify myself as part of western medicine I guess.

On the other hand I think it takes a lot of courage to try something alternative. As I said yesterday any supplement added to my med list is a risk, and the few vitamins I do take were scary to slip into the mix, especially because they smell and taste so bad. I was sure I'd throw them up for a long time and throwing up vitamins means throwing up something like $50 worth of other pills each night. (This Seroquel/Depakote high dose thing is very, very expensive; thank God for insurance). Fortunately it only has happened maybe once.

When I had been diagnosed just over 6 months I had a 4 month period where I was adjusting to a new psychiatrist, a new job, a new house, and I was vomiting constantly from Lamictal. I was not good about taking meds, my doctor was being kind of strict about that (as she should) and there wasn't good communication. Finally I decided to show her, took those meds every single day and tracked the vomiting. At that point we started to work together. Maybe that collaboration is beyond what typical medicine provides. I know I seek out providers who will do this and I refuse to accept less.

At this point I don't know what my point was when I started, other than maybe I hope that other people are able to find the good things that western medicine can do for us. It's not perfect but I doubt anything is going to be. Some people are almost certainly being treated for the wrong disorder and that's not helping them. If treatment isn't working do whatever you can do to get to a major university with a mood disorders clinic. Enroll in a trial; your treatment will then be free, often for a substantial program. Level III trials are with drugs known to be safe, usually you're helping see if a cocktail works or if this particular drug is useful for bipolar as a secondary label. Do not accept mediocrity in psychiatrists; it is worth big sacrifices to find a fabulous one. Make your doctor treat you like you're the one who lives with the side effects and you're the one who knows how you feel. Never accept less.

On the other hand one could call what I've done stupid. I don't know the total drugs I've been on for bipolar and side effects of my meds but it is between 40 and 45 since Sept. 2002. I need to update my med list blog to reflect the last 4 months. Either I've been ridiculously stubborn and it finally paid off, or I just don't get the point that I'm not going to be well. Whichever it is, I am proof at this point that sticking with it for 5 1/2 years and up to 45 meds at a million different doses can pay off. Believe me, I know this may end tomorrow. But I don't need to think about that like I always have, because for a brief moment at least I am getting to live.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007


I've been finding it interesting lately that so many of those diagnosed with mental illness are so angry with the medical world. There's a discussion going on at Living with a purple Dog (see links) that has increased my interest.

I guess I come at this from a weird place. I work in the medical establishment. I do use a variety of techniques, but most of what I do is pretty standard. I supplement with vitamins and minerals, but not that extensively as adding things to my cocktail is a bit frightening at this point (too many chances for interactions and we know that if an interaction is possible I will probably react). In the past we've discussed trialing a few supplements but ultimately adding the number of daily pills required meant it wasn't a wise decision. I struggle to take doses more than once a day; I now do twice a day pretty well but it's a fight. Supplements often ask for 3 or more times per day.

I have faith in God and His healing. I am well aware that faith is what keeps me alive. However to date faith has not healed me. It may not do so until I die.

Others talk of treatment with accupuncture and other things in that ballpark. I don't even have those as options without requiring ridiculous travel. So that's going to remain a who knows based on very rural location.

I also have avoided horrible problems with doctors others have experienced. The earliest psychiatrists I had didn't see the disorder, and the last one before diagnosis was an idiot as the atypical presentation was almost gone by the time she was seeing me and it should have been really clear what was wrong with me. But I was diagnosed by a doctor you have heard of if you've done much research on bipolar and treated by a fellow and him for 6 months. At that point I switched to my current doctor who accepted my case after my therapist talked to her. She took it with a committment to complications, long monthly appointments, and frequent contact with me. That was almost 5 years ago. I still see her monthly, usually for 75 minutes. Not a typo. And that is on a Saturday. She does a clinic for VNS patients that day and works me into the schedule. My doctor lets me make decisions. I nearly always pick my med and doses are adjusted by my feelings. Sometimes I'm probably being off the wall, but it is infinetely better that I feel some control. I am never told to take something without extensive explanation. I even get copies of my labs. (Again, acknowledgment that I am a healthcare professional and able to understand them easily). Reasons are always given. For years I've refused to try Seroquel until there weren't other options. I didn't try Seroquel until I had to. Turns out I shouldn't have been afraid of it.

The medical model has not cured me. It has not taken away the pain, nor has it given me a quality of life I'm thrilled about. But it is what I have.

I see a lot of people who are (as I'm sure I was once) so upset and angry because they're taking med combinations that aren't working. I say "as I was once" because I'm referring to people who are on really minimal meds, a first cocktail tried, say. I didn't really get to have that freak-out because I knew the day I started med #2 I'd be starting med #3 soon since I was in a clinical trial. When I started mood stabilizer #4 plus ativan plus inderal for tremors I did panic a bit. Otherwise, for me, the only time I've really panicked about western medicine has been over the last year as it looked like my options were running out. But now that seems to be a non-issue, at least for now. I still have 3 boosts on Seroquel (hopefully) and there is an extended release Seroquel now that I can try if needed. Often I get a boost from extended release. And now that finally an antipsychotic worked for me there's presumably a bit more hope another will if needed down the line.

I guess that even though western medicine is not exactly great at treating me it is the only thing that has kept this disease from killing me. My anger isn't at the lack of progress, as I think there has been a ton of it. Remember, just 35 years ago there wasn't even lithium. In the 5 years I've lived with this there have been so many drugs approved for bipolar as a secondary approval. Do I think this occurs for financial gain and not because the pharmacy companies are wanting to extend their patents? Of course. Do I get sick of paying hundreds of dollars per month for meds? Of course. Is swallowing 28-32 pills every day remotely fun? Nope. Do I know how very fragile my situation is and probably will continue as long as it takes 30 pills/day to feel ok? Of course. I also give counseling a huge amount of credit. It's not a fast process and I know it may never really end, but I've come a long way just in the last 2 years.

But I'm alive. I'm getting well. It may not last long, but all signs point in the right direction. I was doing well before this episode hit, and I am now back to even better than that (aside from low energy).

I know that medicine and doctors cannot cure me. I was told at diagnosis that even remission is probably a pretty far off dream for me. I like to aim for "manageable". And medicine is one of my only physical tools to get there.

As to whether there's a point of "recovery" from bipolar? Well, that's a hard question. I think before that can be answered we have to figure out what BP really is. As discussed other times, I think BP is way over-diagnosed, and I think many people who have been mis-diagnosed can probably be fine. I think a true bipolar is not going to achieve more than control, because that's the definition of BP. I suspect that for a true bipolar it's unusual to do this without meds, but what do I know? I do know that for me, meds are required.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Merry Christmas

Going into Christmas with the perspective of knowing that with what you've been through in the last few months the holiday is unlikely to be the worst thing that happens to you certainly makes it easier.

I did great. I'm continuing to meet goals left and right. I went to church last night. I handled the music and the sitting still without issues. The only part was that my candle kept going out which gave me the giggles.

The only bad thing was that I overdid it yesterday. I got up early and went to my mom's. We did a lot of cooking, took her 2 dogs to the vet where one of them misbehaved terribly on my watch (he is usually a very, very good boy), cooked some more, had dinner and presents with a friend, went to church, and watched a movie. This morning I got up and ate and showered, then made fudge. Then I had to take a nap because I felt like crap.

I took a big step forward today. I asked someone to speak more quietly and just explained that i was having a touchy day and not feeling the best. I haven't been too good at asserting myself for this kind of need.

I think I now shall sleep for about a week.

Sunday, December 23, 2007


Last week my therapy session divided itself very clearly into 2 parts. The first half I was so happy about how much better I've been feeling and talking about how I feel better this time, better than I really got from my last big episode.

The second half I cried. Although I am so thankful for feeling better now, I'm still struggling with how much loss there is. I am left with a lot of questions about my quality of life, and whether I would choose to continue this if I had a choice besides suicide. Would I treat cancer? I truly don't know, and I lean towards no. It's a weird thing to think about, and yet it comes up as my brain and body are healing. I still need to regain energy, and my cognition still throws in roadblocks from time to time, but this is really the best I've felt in so long. And it is good, but it isn't normal. It's not what I want for a normal lifespan.

I'm not sure my therapist fully understand what I was saying. Or he just didn't know what to say, since he said the same things to me that I always say to my patients who are talking about wanting to die.

Somewhere in there he asked if I'd had a mood swing or just sad thoughts. I didn't know. I think I guessed, but it bothered me later, because I realized that it actually was a mood swing that had stayed controlled. It dipped down and a few hours later recovered.

I'm not used to this. I've noticed the same thing happen a few more times since, and it feels so odd. I already feel odd because for the first time in years, maybe ever, a major episode has actually corrected to about the same as before. In fact it's probably the same or better and I'm not giving it full credit due to side effects of all the meds. I'm still popping out with words that are not what I mean at all when I'm talking and I still have to think about time orientation a bit, but really those are small things.

Regardless, life has given me a great Christmas gift this year. Hooray!

Friday, December 21, 2007

Joy to the World

Today was the best day I have had in something like 10 years. Really. I am feeling so good on these meds. I am taking 28 pills/day plus a powdered laxative mixed into liquids right now and I don't see a lot of chance that will be decreasing anytime soon. Some of those are vitamins and minerals and I actually need to add another to the list of those; I want to try natural cholesterol treatment first. Oh, and I'll have 2 additional anxiety pills as I transition back to work. I am literally taking a months' worth of pills every single night (and day). So by the end of next week I will more than likely be taking 32 pills/day, plus the powder. Some of this is because of taking oddball doses; I need to be on 40 mg of imipramine, for example, and it only comes in 10, 25, and 50s, so I have to take 4 10 mg pills.

It's even more amazing that this is what works for me when you know that I refused meds for a long time. I was so opposed to meds that I didn't even take tylenol for headaches unless I was dying. Finally my senior year I became depressed enough to agree. Unfortunately things between me and the antidepressants were unfriendly from the start. Even when I started bipolar meds and knew I was going to require several meds I fought against adding more. When lithium tremors made me shake constantly I refused to try Inderal to stop it until it was so bad the doctor practically forced me to try it. Now I probably need to revisit Inderal but it makes me tired so I'm just not using glass dishes and hoping for the best.

The trick is that after trying for years we may have finally gotten to the intricate mix that helps me. I imagine that over the next months I'm going to learn to monitor my seroquel dose. I don't have a ton of leeway with that as I am at 650 and my doctor won't let me go higher than 800 in conjunction with the high dose depakote, but as long as a lot of increase isn't needed over time (the most common way I've failed meds) this may let me start talking about that "stable" word I asked to not talk about. It's weird because I'm suddenly realizing I'm going to have to re-learn my disorder. If I truly am going to stay this good and my cycling is going to occur in this newer and slower pattern I am going to have to figure out what the new way feels like.

Since increasing my thyroid med I have literally felt better every day. My energy is coming back. My hair looks healthier. Today my mother noted I looked healthy for the first time in months. I may talk to both of my doctors about trying thryoid as my next line of defense now that we've seen a major improvement that is pretty clearly due to it and high dose thyroid meds can help sometimes.

I just can't believe what it feels like to not be falling apart. My major symptom now is just low energy, and I think that's going to improve. I'm restarting very low dose Provigil tomorrow to see if I can tolerate it. Fingers crossed and knocking on wood simultaneously....

Today was just great in that I felt good and good things happened. Over the past month I've been more and more aware of an increased tolerance for crowds and noise. I can even listen to music (certain types) and I literally turned my car radio off to music 3 1/2 years ago. I'm not choosing music now, but it isn't chasing me out like it used to. I can even sit in the main waiting room at the counseling center, where music is used as white noise.

I can't talk about the biggest good thing yet. It's 99% likely, not completely. Keeping this secret is going to KILL me for the next 6 weeks. It's making me a little bit bubbly I'm so excited. I'm barely able to not tell everyone what I got them for Christmas, much less keep this MAJOR thing secret. I got my mom a really neat sea glass pendant and chain and it has killed me to not have given it to her.

The smaller good thing is that I called into my disablity insurer's phone service center and another huge check for 4 weeks and 1 day was mailed to me yesterday. So now I'll just have to worry about fighting one more time after I go back to work to get paid for the final 4 weeks. What a process.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

If America has an obesity problem why can't I find clothes?

Today was a pretty limited day thanks to yesterday's oral surgery. I've done pretty well with pain; I had Vicodin at bedtime last night and again at 6 AM. I made it all day with a dose or two of tylenol and sticking to easier to chew foods but it's pretty sore now so I'm waiting for another dose of Vicodin to kick in.

I did go out for a while. I had my hair cut (yay) and my stylist showed me how I've got lots of little hairs starting to come in where I'd lost hair previously. Then I ran to the mall for 15 minutes. I had promised my mom I'd pick up some soap at the soap store (Bath & Body? something like that. You know it. The chain. I never remember the name). I wound up buying 9 bottles of hand soap because it was 3 for $10 and I had a coupon for spend $30 and get $10 off. Good deal.

And then I did the hard thing. I found a sweater for myself.

I am not kidding when I say that NOTHING fits me anymore. I've always been at an awkward pants length because I don't feel petites are quite long enough but regular is generally too long. I usually go with regular. Now I can't even find clothes that are proportional. I have my weight all around my middle. My butt is not evenly affected, making pants that fit at the waist sag. I have a small frame so if things are cut too big in the shoulders the neckline will be too big. However I have fat on the backs of my arms so my sleeves need to be loose.

I'm in this weird neverland between so-called "women's" sizes and normal clothes. This is made even worse by my having a lot of hang-ups about clothing and wanting it to be looser than it was supposed to be. I just don't have that comfort in my own body. I didn't when I had 6 pack abs and I don't now.

But what I don't get is what happens if you are short and chubby in this society. Do you lose the right to look nice? Because I can say for sure that the clothes Kohl's offers in the women's section are not as nice as the regular clothes. Nor is there any selection.

To add to the insult even more, stores seem to think if you're fat you don't want to dress like other people. I find this positively idiotic; I can't even find sweaters that make me think "wow, I really like that". Why can I not find plain, tasteful clothes?

Monday, December 17, 2007

Learn from my error, lithium takers

When you take lithium, iburproferon is contraindicated. For one thing, know that if you take lithium. I've had doctors not think it was important, but it is because it can raise your level. That's ok if your level is low and the ibuproferon only raises it a bit, but to me it's a risk to assume that. In my case I must have a very low lithium level so that makes ibuproferon a no-no.

Today I had a temporary crown placed. I knew it was going to be challenging because dental work is very hard for me due to an enhanced gag reflex, difficulty sitting still, noise sensitivity, etc. In summer 2006 I did a marathon amount of dental work over the course of a week and this tooth was repaired but continued to hurt, indicating it was cracked. Unfortunately it was way in the back so that it was even harder to have it worked on.

I was supposed to do this in Sept. but couldn't due to mania. I finally decided I was ready and I did great. I took one anxiety pill on the way and then another before we started because the anesthetic contained epinephrine and the reaction to that was pretty unpleasant. They said that was generally true and I assume that since we try to prevent me from experiencing anything of the sort that I got an extra jolt. Anyway, that made me fairly sleepy.

I did great with the drilling. I gagged a few times with all the impressions, but considering that gagging has stopped us from continuing even cleanings before this was pretty good. The fact that I was able to sit still with 2 people right in my face was a good sign for the bipolar.

So then I went to leave and was given a "crown packet", except they took out the ibuproferon since I couldn't take it. Here's where you should learn from me: ask for something else. Twice now in my bipolar career I've had this happen: I can't take ibuproferon so they tell me to take tylenol. If something is painful enough they are handing out 800 mg ibuproferon, tylenol isn't going to cut the pain. Fortunately I have a bottle of Vicodin that my family doc gave me a while back, so I took some of that, but really I should have gotten a couple of them from the dentist. My situation may be more complicated by having an allergy to codeine (it certainly makes doctors who don't know me think I'm drug seeking), but regardless, this afternoon I've hurt quite a bit that was unnecessary.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

More than I thought I'd say

Normally I try to stick to links that reflect the fact that this blog was originally set up to be a way for college students at my alma mater to see some of the reality of living with bipolar. I graduated from a very strict Christian school, and those students may be highly offended by certain philosophies of life. They also have things that are deemed inappropriate blocked; once an email I sent there that merely mentioned Mastercard was blocked. They have tight security and safety controls.

Personally I'm willing to read blogs that include more "interesting" language from time to time. I think it is part of operating in the real world. Besides, the truth is that when I'm manic my own language is somewhat questionable at times.

The main thing I want to avoid is having bipolar patients or any mentally ill patients come across as the bad guys on this blog. One of the things that was unbelievably hard was coming to terms with having severe depression on a college campus where many people consider mental illness a sign of sin, of weakness of character. I was judged, sometimes harshly, by both students and faculty. This went so far as to my having to go to the dean of students because once, when I was in the midst of a depression that I avoided hospitalization by having 6 hours of counseling plus 2 hours of support group/week, my therapist was out of town, and my father was arrested, I was out of control upset and asked for extra time to prepare from a sociology professor. I was far too upset to take the test, even though I knew the material. He gave me a lecture about being weak. Another time I received a package, which is a big deal in college. The package contained a tape of a conservative pastor giving a sermon about not feeling sorry for yourself. I never learned who sent it, quite possibly because I was so furious people were afraid of me. Whomever it was had lied to the place it was sent from and said they were me.

I had a severely abusive childhood and have struggled with mental illness since I was 14. Yet much of that I have moved past. One of the hardest things I have ever tried to handle and which I still have a long ways to go in not being hurt by is the loss of my best friend. After I was diagnosed in 2002 I was going through a lot of adjustment and med changes, and trying to resolve that my whole life was going to be different just based on 1 hour on Sept. 9. My best friend decided that I was struggling because I didn't have enough faith and wasn't doing things the way she thought I should. She actually got a group of people from her church, people who hadn't met me, to vote on whether I was acting "Christian enough". It took me until January 2003 to tell her that I never wanted to speak to her again. Even now I am not healed from that loss. I have several reasons to prevent me from going to church; one of them is that I simply couldn't handle being judged ever again.

So that all goes to say that there are plenty of blogs that I read but don't necessarily link to because I don't think their content meets the standards I need. In general, you swear, you're out, even if that's extreme at times.

But today I'm going to link to one. The actual blog is an incredibly popular one which I pop by from time to time because the author is incredibly honest and open with about her struggle with postpartum depression and anxiety, which led to hospitalization a few years ago. She is a former Mormon and I make no promises that anything on her blog won't contain some salty language, sexual content, etc. But the actual thing she wrote is wonderful.

It is exactly accurate and honest, in a world few people are willing to say "I am Just Me (insert real name) and I am bipolar and I take antipsychotics)".

So please, check out this writing.


This is a post I've hesitated over posting because who really wants to think about this? Yet as most of us know psychotropics very frequently have a side effect of constipation, and for me it became a major, I-may-have-to-stop-if-you-don't-help-me issue a couple months ago. So, in the interest of having relevant information out there for those who might benefit from my experience, here is my discussion. Feel free to add.

First off I must explain my thinking until 2 months ago. As you know, I work with the elderly. Earlier in the 20th century and in the years before that people associated a great deal with bowel health. Many elderly people believe it is vital to have a bowel movement daily and that any change in bowel habits or in the stools signifies trouble within. They often are very pre-occupied with bowels and almost superstitoius about bowel health, control, and routines. Therefore I've spent a great deal of time in the past 7 years explaining that it is ok if bowels don't move daily, that the nurses follow a protocol in the case of constipation and so I can't go get them a 20 lb. bag of prunes, sorry, etc. I've seen some people severely addicted to laxatives, and swore that would never be me.

At the same time I've seen people who seemingly were stoic beyond belief about constipation. I remember one woman who had hemorrhoids so severely that we thought she had rectal prolapse and had the nurse check her. I can't imagine the pain that woman was in.

Psychotropics have always had some effect on my digestion. SSRIs gave me diarrhea. I was on Zoloft for some time and that was part of why I quit. Remeron, which I took for quite a while, was constipating but just annoyingly so. And over time I learned that most of the time that would be the case. Depakote wasn't exactly easy to handle, but I was able to go several times per week, which is all that one needs for good bowel health.

Then came Seroquel. It was ok at first, but in mid-October I realized things were changing. I was uncomfortable, my belly was distended, and now I was learning about hemorrhoids. All of a sudden having a bowel movement was blindingly painful. At first I looked at my diet. I'm usually pretty good with fiber but in the past I've had to really force it a few times. I started counting grams per day and adding flax seed to everything that I could. I got a supplement powder, but it just gave me stomach cramps that left me crying in pain. I also started a stool softener and soon was on a large dose of that.

After a few weeks I gave in and took a laxative once. My belly shrunk a few inches and this time I started off prepared. I started eating a handful of dried apricots daily, continued with flaxseed sprinkled in cereal and on sandwiches and anywhere else I thought it was hidden, along with eating tons of salad and beans and high fiber bread.

It didn't really work. Soon I had a distended belly again. It hurt to bend over to tie my shoes. Sometimes I couldn't bend that far thanks to my big belly. Nothing I was doing helped. The only other real solution was exercise, and while I'm trying to do a bit of that, I'm still gradually recovering from being so sick that a fairly strenuous workout is pretty minimal exercise.

So, I did what I had to do. I got a prescription for a drug called Miralax. I told the doctor I'm afraid I'll be stuck with it forever and he told me he can't promise that's not true, but this stuff is gentle and well, truthfully I don't have much choice. I can't spend my life in pain. I never knew how painful constipation can be. Even with the new drug I keep finding myself afraid that I'm going to face that pain again.

I learned a lot from this experience. I know now why my patients fear constipation so much. I understand how one decides medication is the lesser of 2 evils. I learned I don't have to suffer in a way I have suffered at least somewhat for years.

So, there it is: the Just Me lesson learned. Don't let side effects ruin your life. It's not worth it.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Twofer day

I have another post and then I'm really going to bed. I just discovered something.

Remember when I had an OT evaluate me for work skills? Well, I met with her and she verbally told me what her report said. That was in mid-August. One week later my sleep cycles got messed up and 3 days into that I was very, very manic. About that time I met with my rehab counselor to go over the report. However, it didn't sink in.

This report says I can do my job very well. It specifically says that most of the problems she observed were in the attitudes of my co-workers. It is so emphatic about that point that I'm going to quote it: "In summary, Just Me is a good occupational therapist with many valuable skills and abilities. This therapist believes the problems Just Me is having are as much a product of the demands of her current job as they are with any limitations her diagnosis might impose."

I had no idea the report said that until I just re-read it. I don't even care if it's true, that's a beautiful thing to read.

Psychiatric visit

What a day. Let it suffice to say that my location relative to where I am treated is bad, bad news in the winter. Last year (my first traveling so far) it snowed every single weekend I traveled there. Today did not disappoint, and my typical total of 4 hours driving was more like 6 1/2, with most of it at 40 mph. I am sooooo tired. I got home and was shaking so hard I could barely eat; I think my blood sugar bottomed out because I didn't eat anything all afternoon. Usually I eat a snack in the car but I was scared to let go of the steering wheel.

On the good news front I am doing well and don't have any med changes to contend with. Well I guess there is one, but it's not really a change. I'm going to attempt to slip Provigil back into my life. I have to be ultra-responsible about it, but without it working is nearly impossible. Provigil is the difference between starting work in the morning or afternoon. The truth is that I used it irresponsibly last summer. I was combining it with too much caffeine. This time around the caffeine embargo is on. I'll have to carry in a cooler every day with drinks because the pop machine where I work doesn't have anything decaffeinated (makes me miss psych where all the patient machines were purely decaf stuff, even juices). I've done that before and it annoys me, but it's better than mania.

On the bad news front, a few labs are off. I had a baseline cholesterol panel done since I've gained a lot of weight between the very high dose depakote and seroquel. My good cholesterol is better than great. My bad cholesterol is in the problematic zone. That lab was already scheduled to be re-drawn in March. On the more frightening in some ways plane, one of my liver functions was elevated. It was not high enough to be of concern and at this point we just wait and see, but it's a bit scary, simply because the way to correct it if it goes higher will be reducing the meds, and I feel so much better on this cocktail that I just can't stand thinking it might slip away. I can see actually being stable on this in a few months. I'm not sure what makes me feel that way, but I do.

The other thing about the labs is that I go to a major psychiatric hospital, one you'd have heard of. My doctor is on the permanent faculty, so she is involved with many patients on some level (resident supervision, etc). She has also discussed me with her department, so that means she's pretty aware of how unusual my combination of meds is. High dose depakote and high dose seroquel are just so sedating and have so many side effects. But there is me and one man, who is on a slightly higher dose of Seroquel (he's maxed out at 800 mgs).

He got liver functions back with the same one as me elevated high enough they had to lower something. So hopefully I'm not going to follow in his footsteps. I'll know in a few months.

I'm starting to fall asleep sitting here so I guess bedtime is upon me. I hope to sleep for a very, very long time....

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

There has to be a limit

In the last 20 months I have had many blood draws. I believe in that time I've had 20-22 draws, a majority of them just for Depakote but many for other things. We've been trying to figure out how my body processes Depakote, something that is seemingly beyond explanation. Increasing my dose sometimes increases my levels as expected. Sometimes it lowers them by a lot. That's not the plan. Ultimately I'm just on as much as my body can handle so it doesn't matter. I am currently doing ok with sedation but am pretty sure we won't be adding anymore for a very long time.

Last February I kept waiting for my doctor to respond to a request to help as I rapidly sank into a deep depression. I was getting mad at her for ignoring me when finally I learned the cause of the issue: she hadn't received the lab. We did some calling around, and the hospital I had gone to had to outsource the lab. The lab that was supposed to process it had received a paper with the orders but no blood. Nobody bothered to call and check on that or ask me to get a re-draw. So I suffered severe depression for about 4 weeks thanks to their error.

Last week I saw my doctor at a new office. I had to get blood done for a good 10-15 tests and I thought the number of tubes drawn wasn't right compared to when this has been done every 6 months for years, but I figured I didn't know what I was doing. Today I got a call that they are very sorry but two tests required blood in a different type of tube than was used and I have to go back. To make it worse, one was my lithium level, which has to be drawn 12 hours post taking it, and the doctor is an hour away. This means I'll have to very carefully plan a trip to get it done. Yippee.

On the plus side I was really wondering if it would ever happen, but the medicine I got for my side effect that I've talked about before and which should stay personal if you aren't shameless like me, seems to have kicked in. I'm finally not 100% uncomfortable leaning forward. I swear that just today my jeans are fitting more loosely. Be interesting if my theory is true and my preferred pair of jeans (like the fit) are no longer too tight in a few days.

Nonetheless, can you believe, two major lab errors in a year?

Monday, December 10, 2007

My vitamins had been opened by my brother-in-law accidentally and nobody remembered to tell me.  So that was good.
Now my issue is that I'm kind of having excess anxiety.  I'm dog-sitting at my mom's and was fine until I got 2 calls from the prison.  I talked to the caller the 2nd time and it was a staff person on behalf of the inmate, but the number the inmate was trying was correct. 
I realize I'm safe from him since he is clearly in jail, but it reminded me of several rather scary crimes in this area lately, and this house is very isolated, and so now I'm scared.  Lovely.

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Sunday, December 09, 2007

Sometimes my luck scares me

Last Sunday I bought a bottle of the vitamin B complex that I must either take or develop sores on my mouth. I developed a deficiency from the vomiting associated with months of lithium toxicity and the sores are the result. I then forgot the bottle at my mom's house.

I ran out of the supplement during the week but didn't replace it since it is a bit pricey ($7, but that's a lot right now) and I knew I'd get it today. I did get sores on both sides of my mouth, so I needed it.

Tonight I opened the container and there is no safety seal in place. I can't find the receipt, so I'm out $7 and have to drive somewhere to get a new bottle tomorrow.

This does not please me......Yesterday I spent $20 on bowel meds, now it's $14 on my lips.


Saturday, December 08, 2007

Time for hibernation

I went out to Walmart and the (gulp) mall today. I needed 2 things at the mall. One was a winter coat and I had to think extra about the cost, so I actually went to the mall twice for very short periods. It was really crowded and very loud.

Walmart.....was incredibly awful. You couldn't move. I got a cart with a bad wheel and I can't even begin to guess how many people I nearly smushed. Again, so, so loud. I am pretty sure half the county was there.

I went with a list, which was good because it was so loud I would have gone into shutdown mode and just stood still, unable to remember what I needed. As it was I was quite effecient. However I had to get 5 prescriptions so I had to be there an hour.

I was so impressed with the pharmacist. After the mess I had with the pharmacist yelling at me about Depakote last month I was a little hesitant. When I picked it up the pharmacist there pulled me aside to make sure she wasn't giving me an overdose. THAT is a pharmacist doing her job. I intend to make both Walmart and Riteaid aware of this.

The good news is that I have completed all Christmas shopping that needs me to leave this house (I have one gift to get for the hardest person on earth) and even have 75% of my wrapping done. Unfortunately I've let myself leave the big packages for last and I'll be sorry. My wrapping skills aren't so great what with hand tremors.

But anyway, it all means that I can forget that Christmas is coming for the next few weeks. Which is probably a key to surviving it that I've never had before.

We'll see.

Friday, December 07, 2007


I got a call from my doctor's office today. My thyroid test came back already and my hypothyroidism is worse. I start a higher dose of medication tomorrow.

I am so happy that this was the result. It is something wrong and it can be fixed. It means that many things I've called "side effects" and "depression" may well be physical and correctable problems. It means in about 2 weeks I may have enough energy to get off the couch.

In looking at the list of thyroid symptoms I realize I really should have considered this. I have every single symptom, from head to toe. I have always considered hypothyroidism a secondary condition. Apparently that needs to change.

Tomorrow I have to fill 5 scripts and pick up two OTCs that I take routinely. Thank God for insurance.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

Wow, you're on EVEN MORE MEDS

You know you live a strange life when you come away from the doctor happy that something might be wrong.

I saw my wonderful family doctor today. (I realize I have a tendency to say all of my doctors are great, but that is only because I've put a lot of effort into that--I firmly believe in team treatment and all 3 of my doctors treat as a team. The family doctor and my psychiatrist are fabulous with sharing; he calls her if needed and she always takes his calls. Etc. And if it helps at all I'm pretty mad at my psychologist right now). The title is the first thing he said to me. Anyway, it was neat because he'd talked to the nurse about me before I got there and said some nice things. I got complimented on my compliance and attention to detail and for a bipolar that's some good stuff.

Anyway, my thyroid, which was damaged in last year's lithium toxicity adventure, may be messed up again. I missed a lot of doses of replacement meds at the beginning of this episode and took a while to get back into managing it properly. He was able to feel enlargement, which is new. Thyroid issues would also explain many of my other problems that have been attributed to depression. Obviously it'd be a combination of the two, but if my thyroid levels are screwed up then in another 2 weeks I might actually have energy. I might even get to lose some weight.

I also finally got meds for constipation. I hate that route, but the colace alone isn't nearly enough and I can't go through life uncomfortable and unable to bend forward. I also learned that Splenda's off-label use is for constipation. Enough about that.

So, all in all, I learned that I'm a freakshow patient who the doctor remembers in insane detail because he's never seen anything quite like me. ("I've never seen anyone on 3000 mg Depakote who is, well, awake!" "And, I've never seen anyone on that much Seroquel". "Together, wow.")

That's me. Wow girl.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Post 400

Seems unbelievable that I've been doing this long enough to have posted 400 times. For something I didn't want to committ to doing I've done pretty well.

Today I woke up in the morning, on my own. That is huge. I did drift off again but I was awake for over an hour. Tomorrow I have a morning doctor's visit, so I have to get up rather early. I hope that works. It's hard because I have to get med levels done tomorrow, so I can't take my pills until a little later than usual, but I need the sedation earlier. Such a balancing act. (Darn my doctor for moving to the city where blood draws are harder to get anyway).

I woke up to a very pretty snowfall. I get to say this since I can stay inside (or not) per my choice. I also have the blessing of simply not being very affected by snow. I went to grad school in one of those upper midwest states with lots of lake effect and I had a tiny Ford Festiva. I will never forget the first time I saw what one of those storms can produce. My friend looked in my closet, determined I wasn't prepared, and took my boot, hat and scarf shopping. Oh, and also a shovel and a really, really nice scraper/brush thing that I still use now. The year of my clinicals I had to drive about an hour on backroads to be at the school I was in by 8:00. Sometimes I did that with 24 inches of snow and a layer of ice. Things rarely closed there, and what was considered a "treated road" was quite different than where I learned to drive. I still get flashbacks from once when an SUV pulled out in front of me intending to go the other way. He started sliding in circles while I tried to gently slow my car. Somehow we slid around one another. Anyway, I learned to drive in the snow that year. So now I like days like today.

I have had several things on order, so I went to the post office because I was anxious to get them. Everything was there. I am so excited because I orded my mom a little sea glass charm off Etsy and it arrived. It is gorgeous. Absolutely tiny and perfect and gorgeous. I cannot wait to give her this tiny little gift. It also is a cheap gift, making it that much better. I also was thrilled because I got various family members personalized dog collars, all of which arrived today. Only thing is that one of them I accidentally apparently requested red lettering on pink which isn't that gorgeous, but whatever. Works for Valentine's day.

So now I'm going to just enjoy the rest of the day. I think tonight will be a homemade pizza dinner, and a little gift wrapping. I also need to wash clothes. That's good though because it helps warm the house.

So, all in all, a good day. And that is said with peace, because it is time for good days.

Monday, December 03, 2007

Status Quo

Not a lot is changing. I'm still fighting with my disability insurer. They are simply not going to pay until they see another psychiatrist's note that validates a previous 4 week period of time. They refuse to admit that individual fluctuations occur. I am going to try verbally again but I'm probably just going to accept that I won't get another check until after my next pscyh visit in mid-December. By then I'll have had a ton of labs and stuff done, so that means I will also have to send in all that. I can't tell you how thrilled I am about every bit of personal information about me being in the hands of my insurance. They will hae much more than even my health insurance ever has.

I'm frustrated tonight because the additional documentation to be sure everything is included in the note took up my session and I didn't get to talk about something I very much wanted to talk about. We'll talk about it here as well but I need to do it in therapy first.

The very good thing is that not a lot is changing. My mood is leveling out. I'm starting to have active times daily. My sleep is cutting back a little. I'm able to cope with the insurance. I even managed to schedule a dental procedure I've been putting off for months. I can't wait for the end of the toothache.

My cat is here telling me that I have not fed kitties in at least a week. Not true but she's convincing so I should feed her.

Friday, November 30, 2007

Never be too confident

I try to never fully believe I am out of the danger zone until I have proof of it for several weeks. This time the difference was clear enough I have been more assured. Tonight I fell asleep earlier than I had been (the time I need to be asleep for working) and was awake about an hour later. This would be no big deal except that it's 2 hours past that, 2:30 AM, and I'm wide awake.

Not good. Even though I know not to panic because bumps happen combined withi I had a big day with an overstimulating mall trip (maybe I wasn't as good as I thought) and I bumped my antidepressant dose up some. Guess that will be bumped down tomorrow. (Long story but I seem to need a dose between what is available. I need 3/4ths of a pill and they are small to cut. I can get a scipt for a smaller mg pill and take more but not until I see the doctor).

Deep breathing....

Small steps forward

Last night I woke up at a time I can only guess was about 4 am to find I had no power. I have no idea what happened aside from something major because the electric company person I talked to when it wasn't back by 3:30 said they had to do quite a bit of work to fix it. Then she said it would be on about 4:30. Five minutes later I reached into the fridge, bumped the off/on switch for the light and the light (plus all appliances and clocks) returned to life. It was so cold in here. It still feels cold, like the cold took over or something.

After I could get ready and handle hair, etc. I went to the mall. I'm trying to find a new winter coat. It's sort of my gift to myself. I found that the one I wants is more than I want to pay right now and I'll take a gamble that it will be cheaper in a few weeks. I was able to get several more small Christmas gifts.

The best part about the mall is that I tolerated it. I managed about 2 1/2 hours and I did what I'm supposed to do and set myself up right (weekday; I'm often really stupid about how I time things) monitored how I felt and responded accordingly. I just have to be sure I handle the rest of the shopping as well.

I'm also starting to fall asleep earlier. I wake back up, but it's a start.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Like a hint of spring

I just paid my bills back to up-to-date. I had been doing all the tricks I know with paying part, letting things run 1 month behind, rotating payments, etc. Not good, but I had little choice. Now I can relax again, sort of. I am not relaxing too much until I know my insurance will cover this last month, but I am ok even if they don't as long as I'm careful.

Inusrance (plus a bit on Lithium toxicity)

First, I just read my last post and realized it didn't sound quite accurate. I talked about my new goal being to get my Medicare quarters accumulated. I left out "and continue to work as long as possible". That remains a goal. Even if I do need SSDI I hope to work some (at least enough to pay for therapy) for many years. Sunday begins 7 years of my career and I really hope to have a much longer time.

Second, my real topic. Insurance. I am pulling my hair out. Originally my paperwork was misplaced instead of faxed so I did not get paid for 6 weeks. At that time I got a check for 2 weeks and told to send in more info. My doctor wrote the standard letter "slowly responding to treatment, medically indicated to treat with caution, continues with severe symptoms, etc". They sent me a letter telling me that letter wasn't acceptable, that they had to have the notes from my doctor and psychologist.

So that set off a whole sequence of new events. The doctor wrote yet another letter, this time going back to my diagnosis (and even further back with a list of mis-diagnoses), and moving forward to now. She printed out many notes and sent them in. I'm not thrilled about this, but they are doctor notes and I suspect she could hide things in my chart should she desire.

On the other hand, therapy notes are personal. I have weeks of talking about wanting to quit living and how I differentiate that from wanting to kill myself. I have stuff about work. I don't know what all is in there, but it is nobody's business. The notes thing stressed the psychologist out too, but it was very clear in the letter I'd gotten. So off went my private life, right to people who can interact with my work life.

Last Friday I got a huge check. Yay! Except it says benefits terminate on Nov. 17, which is the last day I saw the psychiatrist. I have called twice and tried to straighten out that I don't see her again until Dec. 15 but that nothing will change in that I'm still sick because it takes time. They keep trying to say I should be better by a fixed point in time. I keep trying to point out my doctor wrote a letter already explaining why I'm not well enough to work and why she won't let me go back until January. I'm trying to not say too much because I don't want my words used against me.

My case manager spoke with me yesterday about noon and said she had new info in the system she'd not read yet. She was to call back after reading it that afternoon. A day and a half later I have heard nothing and no new approvals are in the computer system. I know she didn't call because I have caller ID.


[As for lithium toxicity, I have had a lot of searches on this the last few days. I figured I could say a few things. First, feel free to email me ( in about me) if you'd like. I really wanted someone who had experienced it and had nobody. Second, I DID recover. My memory is not as good as before and some cognitive things are maybe a little slower (I notice I read more slowly), but as long as I keep my lithium level very low I do fine. I took longer than I thought for my body to even back out, but a lot of that (I think) was because my thyroid was damaged and I had to go on replacement therapy and get that level evened out.]

Monday, November 26, 2007

What's Next

Today I saw the psychologist and confirmed my improvement. I actually was pretty excited to get to do that because normally I get better much more slowly and I am very hesitant to admit I feel better in a lasting way until it has lasted longer. This time is so different because although I have a long way before I'm functional I am much better than a week ago. I really needed that imipramine. Lesson learned.

I also asked a big question I've been avoiding. I've never really been able to say that I knew the pattern my cycling would follow because I cycle so rapidly and virtually constantly. I do know that it's best to not have two major cycles in 18 months. Sadly I have; when I go back in January I will have missed 7.5 months of 20 months. Not good, especially with only 13 months separating. This leaves a question of what happens with that? If I'm only going to have a year of good time at a time (and I was very bad but still working for several months of that) I'm not being fair to employers. Obviously we keep hoping that we get Seroquel balanced into a miracle drug for me but realistically I think we'll find the partial response is a wonderful thing we'll just have to be happy about.

I think dealing with the anxiety that raises is going to have to be the focal point of treatment for a time. I don't know if early on someone told me that I'd probably work through my thirties, if I read something that made me think that, or what, but somehow I always thought I could make it that far.

Now it's no longer about age. Now it is about getting my last few quarters for Medicare eligibility. I need 6 more. Work now will be all about those 3 month increments.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Moving on

I am continuing to improve a little bit each day. I increased my antidepressant dose by 1/4th of a pill because I could feel it was making me slightly too energetic and mania really isn't so appealing at this point. I plan to go on up to the total dose we'd planned on around Thursday.

I'm still very tired and sleep 15 or more hours a day. I am probably at the point that I need to start backing that down some; I've been giving myself extra time to recover from the holiday.

Yesterday I peeled some wallpaper in a room I hope to get done within the next 5 years (I work in it for short periods occasionally as I feel like it) and also wrapped some Christmas presents. Wrapping is hard because my perfectionistic tendencies want the packages to be perfect and my hands are too tremor-y and jerky to get that. In past years I've put off wrapping and hated it. This year I'm trying to be as accepting of the tremors and jerks as I can be. I'm also trying not to remember the days when I wrapped everything perfectly with the patterns lined up properly, neatly folded edges and pretty bows.

Tonight I cooked a meal. I'm hoping to wrap some more presents later.

It's the small things that matter....

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Is it the pink box?

I have never been so glad for stomach cramps. My belly is still distended and unhappy but it is better. I finally gave in and took a laxative. I am scared of such things after working with people addicted to them many, many times in my career, but I can't live in pain either.

My only question is what makes something a "woman's laxative"? Does it not work for men? Why aren't there men's laxatives?

Very, very odd. (Obviously someone spent too much time comparing options).

Also, my pharmacy was out of pill splitters. Conspiracy?

Friday, November 23, 2007


I'm ready to accept any input here. Kind of a personal problem, but very uncomfortable. The combination of meds I'm on all claim constipation as a major side effect, and I'm on a lot of meds and high doses of most of them. It is also a symptom of hypothyroidism, which I have thanks to lithium. Ever since my Seroquel dose hit a certain level I've been at war. I'm taking Colace, 200 mg per day, per my psychiatrist. I have tried a few supposed home remedies that I either knew from working with the elderly who are often very focused on this same thing, or from the internet. I've pumped enough fiber into my diet that I might as well have taken up eating paper. I tried benefiber powder; that gave me a night full of cramps and pain. Nothing works.

I'm very uncomfortable and my belly is really distended; it looks about 6 months pregnant and I'm not pregnant at all. Even leaning forward to tie my shoe is painful. I already drink way more water than required.

I have a doctor appt. for this but it's not until the first week of December. I'm willing to listen to any ideas, old wives tales, etc. I may not try it, but I'll listen.


Wednesday, November 21, 2007


My computer is misbehaving and I was doing a bunch of random clicking in my email trying to get it to wake up and tell me if I have email. Somehow I wound up in a file I haven't accessed since approximately 1999 (really). In there I found a little story I had totally forgotten. I was given this by a former therapist when I was really miserable (depressed plus discouraged) in grad school. It probably was during one of my first mixed episodes, although knowing of those was years away.

Anyway, it seems like a pretty perfect Thanksgiving entry, especially when Thanksgiving seems to be bringing me some good news. It's still way too early to be certain, but I seem to be beginning to feel better. Two days in a row now. My only problem is that I seem to be having trouble with food tasting really bad. Hopefully this will not affect turkey and stuffing. We got pizza tonight and I had to throw my piece away after one bite. Regardless, as my story goes, all does not need to be perfection:

The Meaning of Serenity

There once was a king who offered a prize to the artist who would pain the best picture of serenity. Many artists tried. The king looked at all the pictures, but there were only 2 he really liked and he had to choose between them. Once picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for the peaceful towering mountains that were all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of serenity. The other picture had mountains too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky from which rain fell, and in which lightning played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all, but when the king looked, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest.......perfect serenity.

Which picture do you think won the prize? The king chose the second picture. Do you know why? "Because," explained the King, "serenity does not mean to be in a place where there in no noise, trouble, or hard work. Serenity means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart. That is the real meaning of serenity."

Have a good Thanksgiving.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Please let this be real

Today I had a hint that my antidepressant is maybe beginning to work again. I still slept way too much, but I also cleaned my living room and at least re-arranged the mess in the kitchen (it actually is significantly better). I did that and did not require 2 hours of sleep. That is the improvement. It's been weeks since I was able to do that much.

Now it's just a matter of not having the antidepressant shoot me into mania. Because I sort of feel like that could happen (not sure how to explain that) I am probably going to slow down how fast I'm taking it. I'm already taking a bizarre dose, I might as well take a really bizarre dose for a few days. Besides, I'm getting really good at cutting small pills into 1/4s anyway. Too bad I broke my good pill cutter last night. (And yes I do realize exactly how sad it is that I have a good pill cutter and a bad one).

I really need this sign of hope. Really, really, really....

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Hair loss update

I haven't said much lately about my hair loss, and it's something that I have had good change in so I want to share. My hair was moderately thinning thanks to Depakote starting mid-summer. By August my stylist could see thin patches. I think the only reason it didn't really show is that I have very thick, very curly hair. I could pull out handfuls of hair, one after another.

I started on supplements recommended for people on Depakote. Usually they say to take Centrum Silver, but something in that made me nauseated so I bought the supplements separately (zinc and selenium).

My stylist recommended trying products by a company called Nioxin which is devoted to hair regrowth and has a pretty high success rate. The shampoo and leave-in treatment were the same prices as buying any salon product (about $15 each). I used those for a month and we decided it was working but not enough. I bought the very expensive $35 advanced treatment foam and switched to Nioxin mousse instead of my usual curl defining gel. And now my hair has grown back in really quickly. I'm so happy. I'm sure that Nioxin is mainly the key to success because my legs haven't needed shaved in so long I can't remember and I have essentially no arm hair. I'm not complaining about not needing to shave though.

I have read where a lot of people aren't so thrilled with Nioxin but I've been thrilled (except for the money, but that's life). The biggest complaint seems to be smell. The shampoo and scalp treatment smell like tea tree oil. The foam smells weird, kind of yeasty, but that smell is gone in just a second. I like the smell now, although I do miss the girly flowery stuff.

Anyway, I'm not bald. Thought someone might want to know that.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Med changes

Last night I wrote about how set in stone my medication routine is. It is very ritualistic, from taking the meds out of their drawer in my bedside table to putting them in the "not taken" zone of the bed and moving them to the "taken" side when appropriate.

Tonight I had 2 more pills than I had been taking. I'm still in shock....

Psychiatric update

I saw my psychiatrist today. I got much more specific paperwork sent to my disabilty insurance, which should (if they are at all rational) get me coverage for the remaining time I need to recover. It wasn't so much fun because she went clear back over my history trying to show that not only am I really sick at this moment but that I've got a history of being a bit complicated which means slower healing/slower treatment.

I got my antidepressant back. Thank God. SAD has been kicking my butt, along with everything else. At least I think it's SAD. That certainly has a component; I know this because it has to be the reason I want to sleep from 7 pm until 2 pm daily. If it weren't for not doing well at falling asleep I'm sure I would be.

As I'd suspected I don't have a long way to go with the Seroquel, so I'm staying put with it until we see how much the antidepressant helps.

I'm going to stay home until January. I feel really guilty. I know I'm in no shape to work; I seriously doubt I could handle one day without losing it, but it feels wrong to have been off so long. Guess my "attendance" rating for my annual review that is due will be pretty crummy.

All that was a long day and I'm very tired. I may set a new record for hours of sleep tonight.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Inquiring minds

So, how do you take your meds? I was just taking mine and for the hundredth time laughing at myself because I am so obsessive with the routine. The routine was something we worked on in therapy for a long time after I was diagnosed because taking pills was so hard for me. I literally learned to swallow pills in the last few years. I owe much of this to a few speech therapist friends who taught me tricks. The thing on tv where you put a whole bunch of water in your mouth, tip your head back, and swallow? That isn't such a wise idea. Swallowing is much safer and easier when you tuck your chin. (There's your public service announcement).

But anyway, for a long time I used a pillbox. For years I had to take each pill individually, no matter how small, and it had to be hidden in something. I used baby food fruits a lot because they didn't run the risk of making me have aversions to real foods like puddings, applesauce, etc. For nearly a year I took 23 pills that way and it took 30-60 minutes every night. After a while we changed things around and I went back to 12-15, which has been more normal. At the moment I'm taking 18 at night, I think, and one in the AM.

Over the last year and a half I started to be able to swallow pills in groups. I think learning that I had actually had lithium toxicity and was vomiting from that for so long rather than thinking I was vomiting because I swallowed the pills wrong led me into feeling more confident.

At first I could only swallow pills of the same kind together. I realize that's not very logical, but it was how it worked. Then I started consolidating some of the smaller pills together.

Now I take my pills in about 10 minutes/night. I swallow 3 handfuls. But I have to be so precise. My first handful is the "random little pills" group: 3 Atarax, 3 1/4 Seroquel, and 1 lithium. Then I eat a few bites of something (tonight cereal, often toast or a sandwich) and drink. Handful #2 is "things that smell bad plus leftover small pills". That includes my vitamins/minerals and Colace. Colace is always opened first, followed by selenium, then my B-complex-plus-assorted-other-stuff. The B complex is large and really smelly so I try to pop it in and get it down fast. After this handful I need several minutes to regroup and so I eat several bites, drink some, and watch TV. TV is an integral part of this routine; I rely on the distraction. Finally I take all 6 of my Depakote ER pills (actually 7 pieces because one is divided to make it immediate release). That's a big mouthful. I still am amazed I learned to do that. But I have and I only have gagged on pills about once in the last year, so I am pretty sure I have mastered it. I'll never win a hotdog or pie eating contest with the gag reflex I've got, and dental visits are always a blast, but I can take pills.

Now, the question: Am I the only obsessive-compulsive pill-taker?????

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

The "C-R-A-Z-Y" Word

I read a number of blogs written by people my own age. It helps me see what a more normal life is like in one's 30s. A hallmark of that time is, of course, raising children.

The problem is that an unbelievable number of these excellent bloggers go too far with comparing motherhood to mental illness. These same women who would be horrified if someone pointed out they had been not very politically correct but oh-so-funny when dealing with homosexuality or race will spend paragraphs laying out dramatic scenes of running wildly through stores, hysterical laughter, etc. Jokes are made about needing ECT or antipsychotics.

I get so angry at these posts. Once I pointed out that it wasn't really appropriate, and my gentle words were posted in a whole post about how funny the crazy lady was. And then all the commentors agreed that I was a stick in the mud, pain in the butt, etc. I wasn't, honestly I wasn't.

I know that these people have no idea what mental illness is like. I also know they are adults and they need to find better ways to express themselves. High dose psychotropics are not even enough to tame my crazies enough that I can stop feeling like someone is in my house tonight.

So much stress

If I had to list all the things that were difficult for me to handle right now, my short term disability would still be very, very high on the list. Thus far I have had my doctor misplace rather than fax my paperwork, and then I received a check but only for a portion of the time I've been off because they use some sort of formula to determine that my vocation indicates I need 28 days to recover. My doctor then sent in further documentation that I am indeed still sick, and they responded with a letter that they need every note from the psychiatrist and psychologist to prove I am sick; just a statement that I am is not enough. So my mother took my requests for release of info in and faxed them today (stupid HIPPAA; I couldn't just request this over the phone) and hopefully both offices will feel sorry for my sad story about no money for nearly 2 months.

In the meantime I am left worrying. Worrying that somehow they'll find a way out of paying me. Worrying because I don't know what those notes say about the insurance company. I think some of it is pretty specific because I know a lot is written when I'm as sick and having as much suicidal ideation as I have been. I doubt a good way to get money is to insult the insurance. I'm worried I still didn't send everything or that I won't meet some criteria.

Yet I know that I'm sick and that even what I've written here should pretty well prove I can't work. I cannot imagine anyone really wanting a suicidal healthcare provider. I can't even follow time without assistance. We (I) discovered in counseling this week that I partly am being hard on myself thinking I've been off about 3 months when it isn't even 2. I am confused and have to figure out what day it is, every day.

I just fear that I'll be sent back to work not well enough. I don't remember having this fear before. But right now I know how incredibly tired I get if I do anything. I am still in "try to shower and do one thing per day" mode. Today I made brownies and spent 5 minutes clearing the counter. I hopefully will get the shower still this evening. Even with doing that little I still spent nearly 2 hours doing absolutely nothing this afternoon.

I know worrying doesn't help. Yet it is so hard to not worry when there is so much at stake. My psychologist tells me that 60% of bipolar patients have obsessive thinking and this is certainly that. I'm just unable to turn it off. I just can't wait for this to end.

I won

The pharmacy that turned into a nightmare last week had a regional manager of some sort call me today. I am getting my pills. I got a half-apology, which is the best I'd expected. I am still done with using that chain ever again, unless there is an emergency, but I am pretty proud anyway. I have had a long, long progression of lessons in being assertive and this time I did it myself. So I am pretty happy.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Micro-party (irony included, of course)

Once again I felt a little less like I was drowning in a mud puddle. The dose increase of Seroquel the other night did make a difference. The psychologist said my thinking and speech and eye contact all were much improved. I've also done a better job at using strategies the last few days.

It was so good to hear verification that I am sounding better. However, there's a problem. At least a likely problem. I started on 25 mg of Seroquel and am now on 650 mg. Those increases were done 25 mg at a time until 300 mg and 50 mg at a time since then. Every single time I have increased I have followed that by a few days of sleeping well, one day of grogginess, a few days of better mood, and then it all declines.

My plan as recently as 3 hours ago was that I was going to up the dose this week to more like 800 mg by my psychiatrist visit on Saturday. I'm tired of waiting around. I don't exactly have permission but she didn't say don't, which usually means I can do what I want. However, I realized that if I go up there feeling way better I'm not going to accurately portray how I've been consistently feeling and how Seroquel works great for several days then burns out. Over and over. So, I'm going to let 650 mg attempt to withstand the time test. I hate that; it seems so cruel to set myself up to feel bad in a few days. I'm pretty sure 650 is not the magical number. I think the magic number is really high, possibly higher than I'm going to be allowed to take. At this point I'm supposed to go back to work Dec. 5 and unless this stuff starts working at at much more consistent level and I get back to a real sleep pattern and start having some actual energy there is no way. I am panicky about that whole idea, I am pretty sure it's too soon, but I'm embarrassed I'm not getting well faster. I know that doesn't make sense, it just is the way I feel. It's kind of hard to explain how I feel just now. I am still cycling, obviously. I am so tired, yet it's a gamble as to when and how much I'll sleep, not to mention the quality. I am physically weak from being out of action for so long; I get completely worn out from small activities.

Another bit of good news was that I not only found my missing family doctor, I have an appointment scheduled. Thank God. I hope the time to get in isn't typical of the practice; it isn't for another 3 weeks. That works for a physical but not so much for acute needs. I'm assuming this is partly "new patient" stuff as well as booking. We'll see.

I hope this week goes smoothly. If it doesn't at least I know I'm choosing this way and therefore I maybe can feel some control? We shall see.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Regaining a touch of control

I bumped my meds up some last night. I decided that I knew it was safe enough, I knew I needed more, and I had lost a whole week to waiting for permission. And it's not like that week was at all good; a week spent pondering why I have to keep living if living is miserable is not good.

The result of my rebillion was 10 hours of sleep without even a bathroom break, and I fell asleep much closer to "bedtime" than the recent usual. I felt soooooo much better today. I even took a shower without having the push of going somewhere to make me. I finally feel a little more in control today.

I also just sat and paid a bunch of bills. Can't tell you how spectacular that felt. Normally I hate doing it because no matter what I have no money. Well, this time I have no money either but compared to last week I'm rich. It actually worked out so I have just about penny for penny what I needed to make minimum payments. I think.

I'll still be really glad when that other check comes....

Saturday, November 10, 2007

If fetuses could take steps

If a fetus could take a step that is the size of today's step, but at least it is a step.

Today I feel a little bit better. I went out and got a haircut (which feels absolutely extravagent after 2 months of no income), then I took myself out to lunch (cheap pizza), and ran 2 errands. And then I came home and napped for 2 hours.

I think part of why I've had such a hard time lately is that I get so extremely frustrated with the fatigue. After a while I forget that it goes away eventually, and that is hard because at my best I am very, very tired a huge percentage of the time. Even when I'm manic I get tired, I just can't rest.

One of the things that has been really tough through these months has been that I've wanted so very badly to not have to fight. There is a fine line between that and totally giving up and so I've had many, many discussions about this with the psychologist. As recently as 2 days ago I had to answer the "do you need the hospital?" question. I don't. I want to lay in bed forever. I don't want to face a world that is so hard for me to fit into. I don't want to die.

However, I realized today that I am very glad I pitched my med stockpile back in May, and that I talked about that with the psychologist. Because I remember feeling like this before. This is how I felt way back when I started lithium, and the exact reason I started lithium was that I felt I was unable to handle getting sick ever again. I had started to feel a tad better, but only for a little bit, and I could tell I faced another depression. I also knew that I just couldn't stand that and that if I felt myself sliding into the kind of depression I had been fighting for months that I would decide to quit. Then I somehow realized that I was thinking this and it horrified me so I got help really quickly. I believe I started lithium and counseling all within a week.

The last few weeks have been full of thinking about my inability to live like this. Except that I have to because this is my life. I may think of dying but I also don't consider that a real choice. I am still waiting to see what my doctor says about my meds. We still aren't right. I'm still depressed. I tried to ask which she wants increased but haven't heard a response. I think I'm going to make a decision myself.

But I'm also really, really glad that I removed the temptation from my house. It's much harder to be impulsive now and I know that's good. For today I'm somewhat ok, and that's progress.

Friday, November 09, 2007

I found my doctor

So not everything is bad. (See below). I did some digging on my insurance website and I found my missing doctor. He did move to the City, but it will be manageable. He's a few blocks from one of my workplaces and 20 minutes from the other. If I change jobs to one further south, as I would prefer, that may be difficult, but the psychologist is in the same area and I don't struggle too much with that. The psychiatrist is an hour further than that and I make it to see her also.

I can't explain the relief. I'm sure the other doctors where I went are great, I'm just not ready for another change. If I have to explain one.more.time in my life why I can't take ibuproferon (it increases lithium levels) and why I have to act as if I had high levels even though I'm on a low dose (my body thinks it is toxic if it is much higher that it is now) I will just scream. I also have just about lost my patience with explaining why I can't take cold meds. (Although even this guy called in something last year that had pseudoepiphrene in it. That's why I usually go in person though).

Anyway, yay.

Another day with random bad things

I got a note from my disability insurer today that accompanied a check for half of what I was expecting. They informed me that severe mania/mixed episode only disables OTRs for 28 days. I would LOVE to know what study that one is based on. I can just see people timing each profession's abilities. Evidence based medicine is fine, but that's a bit extreme. I had to be off 2 weeks before I was paid, so my check was only for 2 weeks and it stopped 10/13.

So I was paid 1/3rd of the time I've been off. It's enough to at least catch up my bills. I think. It is not enough to calm me down. The money thing has been SO stressful this time. I'm so tired of it.

Then I tried to make an appointment with my family doctor. I'm making an assumption that he no longer is there since he no longer seems to have an appointment desk. They were not in when I called so I can't be sure until Monday, but if he is gone it is a major loss. I spent a lot of time explaining to him what I need from a family doctor, and that I might be bipolar but I still deserve respect, and I never had any issues with him. This was in stark contrast to other doctors since my diagnosis. Even the doctor I had seen several years before him had a tendency to want to play psychiatrist and try to insist something should be changed in my psych meds. This doctor never did that. He would always call my psychiatrist at my request and made sure she had copies of labs, etc.

So now I am waiting to hear from the psychiatrist that she sent the paperwork in saying that I indeed am exceeding expectations for a 28 day illness, and even worse, waiting for Monday to find out if my beloved doctor has moved on.

At least I am not going to be homeless.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Bipolars are not categorically dangerous

I've had multiple searches today for whether or not bipolar people are dangerous. So I'll answer.

Typically, no. If we're on our meds and not having an episode than we are no more dangerous than anyone else.

We have a higher rate of drug/alcohol abuse and that makes us dangerous just like it does anyone.

We can be dangerous to ourselves when ill. Sometimes this is in the form of self-harm, sometimes by making bad decisions. Sometimes bad decisions hurt others. That is true for anyone though, bipolar or not.

Therefore, we are not dangerous. Sometimes we may be at increased risk for being dangerous, but that is not guaranteed. I know plenty of people who live far more dangerous lives than I do, for example. In fact, I live a pretty boring, sedate, stick-to-the-rules life.

Hopefully this helps.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

The depressive part of this mixed episode is hitting really hard. I'm fairly sure I need back on my antidepressant; we stopped that during the horrible mania. Apparently I still need it even though Seroquel is supposed to fill that gap.

I'm now depressed enough that simple problem solving upsets me. I wanted to make something that needed an egg. I'm out of eggs. Faced with either getting appropriately enough dressed to run to the convenience store (which meant a shower, the hair dryer, clothes), I just gave in. Which wouldn't be such a big deal except that I then felt crushed because I had no eggs. Worst thing that ever happened and all that.

I'm partially have trouble because my thinking is more manic and yet my speed is very slow. I get confused when I try to think or say things. I don't trust myself to react the way I want to. Having burst into tears in public yesterday there is no telling where I'll cry next.

And of course I'm celebrating with nightmares.

I don't even have a good ending line. I'm just disgusted. I wish I had a way to make myself believe that I haven't done something wrong. I know, but I don't.