**I’m sure I should proofread this, and fix many things…but you are getting my stream of consciousness, as it came out, at the wee hours of the morning, when I can’t sleep….if it’s too crazy, just let me know…and I’ll do something with it.
Let’s see, what has been happening since my last post, what do I want to share? (other than the headache pain scale)
I had an appointment with my psychiatrist a couple of weeks ago, he feels I need more of an antidepressant. Given everything that’s going on, he’s concerned the depressive side of my bi-polar disorder will rear its ugly head. Trouble is, I’ve tried just about everything. I usually have side effects, or some drugs don’t work with others I have to take, and some just didn’t do much. So he put me on a brand new antidepressant on the market…Viibryd. (I think I may have mentioned this.) I took it for 4-5 days and had the most violent diarrhea ever! As I told my doc today, “I had to have an ice pack between my cheeks.” He looked so sad.
This is another doctor I love. I’ve been seeing him for 8 or 9 years. Today he looked at me and said, “I think you need to fire me.” Uh, NO! I asked what could someone else do that you haven’t done, and you know my history. I told him, I think all my emotions right now are valid, he agreed. I said that I believe you really have a problem when you are having in appropriate emotions to things. He shook his head yes. I also mentioned that he told me once that I’m so in tuned to my body and my bi-polar illness I can tell immediately if I’m going to have trouble, if I’m the slightest off, and I call on him. He again, agreed and said no one else he sees will do that.
Then he looked at me, and said, but I care so much for you, I want to take the edge off of some of this pain, and don’t want you to end up in the deep end. He said, how about a second opinion…I hesitated. (I’ve really had some horrible experiences with psychs in the past, and am very afraid to go see anyone else. I’ve known Dr. D for so long, I call him by his first name, I know his wife, I’ve met his child….I was with him when he had to deal with his brother’s suicide. (they do think it was accidental. He was very sick and on a lot of medication…and simply took too much.) But that takes a toll on someone. And he didn’t have to tell me. He’s open and honest with me. (I don’t think he’s like this with everyone, but we’ve been together a LONG time, and have a very special relationship. He understands with me, that I’m better with a professional psych person if they share some of them with me. If they trust me with that, then I can trust them.) I don’t want to see anyone else!
So we compromised. He got my permission to share my file with another doctor there in his office and ask if they have any suggestions.
(during all of this, I actually had to lie on his couch because I was so dizzy, had a headache, and my ear was roaring….I actually thought it amusing that I actually lied on the psychiatrist couch…how Freudian.
Oh, I did tell him, if we find out I have high pressure he could put me back on Topamax, I might be stupid for a while, but at least I’d lose weight! He mentioned when I got there that I’d gained weight…I said “that’s not nice.” He looked taken aback, then I laughed. yeah I know..but not really, it’s just moving around since I’m so sedentary..losing muscle mass so the scales are so bad, but the look…is not pleasant. (I looked in the mirror today and thought, “are you really sure you aren’t pregnant?”….oh, I remember you must have sex for that..so guess not!)
Dr. D decided to raise the dose of the Lamictal I’m taking. It may knock the edge off.
So what do you do when a doctor that you love and trust, says they are stuck with you?
I feel certain we’ll work out something. But I can’t imagine leaving Dr. D. When we moved to California for a couple of years and I had to see someone there…Oh My Goodness…that woman was a quack. She saw people in a group. Uh, not ok. And she prescribed Seroquel for me, just took me off of things that were working….Here this is better, it works for both the ups and downs of bi-polar disorder. Yeah, it made me sleep ALL THE TIME…so no I wasn’t manic or depressed, I was doped out of my brain! And she didn’t want to take me off of it! Not cool. I asked to see someone else in that group..he was better, but not D.
I have much more to talk about.
Like, how I’m not dealing that well with being bed bound! How my headaches are worse. How I hate being such a burden. How I don’t like my marriage like this. How to keep a caregiver from burning out, or letting you become their everything?
Let me share the name of my new possible diagnosis….This is not definite, but it’s a mouth full….Intercranial Hypertension with Spontaneous Cerbrospinal Fluid Leaks. Ummm, yeah, what they said.
Still seeing Dr. Gray on the 17th, have asked for something more to help with my headaches for the next 10 days!
Still drawing, and creating something every day.
need to scan some things and put a post on my other blog. (think you’ll like my NeoPopRealism style self portrait…I think she’s a hoot)
I’m not sleeping well. Look, it’s 5am! Still haven’t been to sleep. I have to wait until I’m so exhausted, nothing could keep me from falling asleep, then I can sleep. Why? I’m scared to go to sleep. I’m afraid I’ll wake up feeling even worse. Or that I’ll die in my sleep. (this fear started after I had the drainage from my ear recently because of the infection. I was so afraid it was CSF fluid.) I’m really hoping this will get better after the next appointment. Even if they can’t fix everything at once, I just want to feel better….just a little. I’m not asking for a lot really. It’s ok, if I never can drive again, or work, or get a foster child, or have a garden…yes I want time, but I can deal without them. Just let me be able to do something out of bed, and not be in intense pain the whole time, or feeling like I’m going to fall down with every step.
(I actually used my walker in a store the other day, I’ve never used it out of the house before. (I just used Stuart or the cart to help.) I was proud of myself for using it, but it was difficult, and it’s nearly impossible to back up! Think I might try to use the store’s little scooter next time…but that will probably make me too dizzy.
So we have a few things to talk about.
I think I’ll talk about caregivers next time. How they feel, how to help them, and how we as patients feel because we have to use them. (I’m trying to get Stuart to write a guest post about this, and would love is anyone else would be interested. If it would help, I could come up with a list of questions.) Perhaps, this will need to be a series, not just the next post.
OK, I’ve stopped my ramble for tonight/this morning. Feel free to tell me to never post while being this sleep deprived again!
My health and kindness be with you always.