So I had this post all planned out. I had been working on it in my head. I even had a few little illustrations to go with it. Neat huh?
I really wanted to talk about what has been happening to me over the past few months. All the stuff that has been going on…Physically, Mentally, and Spiritually.
I thought I could get it out. I haven’t been able to write much. To read much. To do much of anything because of the vertigo. Finally, I thought I could do it. I started getting it together. but that’s not how things happened…..
I started getting ready for bed night before last. I had had a strange day. I hadn’t had vertigo, but my ears felt off. (if you have Meniere’s you can know what that means….or it could means something different for me….what they were doing, well, they felt very full, and my hearing was weird – best word I have – I thought that would stop when I lost my hearing and now hear through cochlear implants, but no, my hearing still gets wonky, unless of course I turn them off, then I just hear the increased tinnitus….oh yeah, I didn’t mention that, I also had increased tinnitus.) I also had this weird fainting type of spell. I didn’t faint, but I felt like I was going to, like I was hit by a tranquilizer gun. It was strange. I had to fight hard not to just pass out. I could have gone to sleep, I guess, but it was too scary of a feeling, like if I went to sleep I might now wake up. This has happened a few times lately, I have blamed the steroids, they can make your blood sugar drop, so I eat something and feel better. This time was a bit worse, as it came on very suddenly, and I was hard pressed to even move……so….Stuart checked my blood sugar. I’d just eaten a banana, my blood sugar should not have been low. My blood sugar was indeed not low. It was on the higher side of normal…hmmm. Not that strange since I just had that very ripe banana, but strange since I felt like I was fainting from low blood sugar??? what on earth? Well I ate some protein anyway, and maybe it was the placebo effect, maybe the spell was just ending, whatever…I started to feel better. But I still felt off…and I admit, I ate more, I ate too much probably. But I felt better.
A little while later I went to get ready for bed. I was brushing my teeth and looking in the mirror and thought…why am I moving? Then I feel it and think…”oh shit.” Yep, vertigo. No warning, no strange feeling, nothing….I was just moving….what the?
It was slow so I rushed to go to pee real fast but had to have Stuart help me to bed. (I always try to pee really fast before it gets bad because I always have to go when it happens. It is horrible lying there about to bust to pee and can’t move because of vertigo, but it happens every time! And if I vomit, I will pee too, complete loss of control. So rush to pee, if I can…..so strange how things have changed for me with this…I never would have considered trying to run to the bathroom when this started a just a year ago, now, well….things have changed….)
I got my meds in me and it looked like this wold be a short trip. WRONG! It was a long and bad. Over 4 hours….slow, fast, start to sleep – wake spinning fast, terrified – have to go to the bathroom again! can’t get up….bedpan, humiliation, back – pain! – ….FAST SPINNING – help….slow…..fast…..sick…sick….help….tired….guilt….sorry…..sleep….AHHH!…..slow….sleep…AHHH!……….
Now what?
I was supposed to be going down to 1 steroid a day the next day. Yesterday. I did. I felt bad all day yesterday. I hoped it was just that hangover feel from the night before. Then..Last night. vertigo. just a little, all night, I just kept waking with the bed moving. I handled it.
This morning I woke….AHHH! FULL FAST SPIN! Stuart’s at work, and I have to GO TO THE BATHROOM! and I do not mean just for my morning pee. Oh hell. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! I can’t move. Which world do I try to step in to? They are moving so fast. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Oh I am so sick. More meds. sick. I have to GO!
I grab my phone….text….I can’t see the key board, it’s all a blur…WHOOSH! I type, “Spinning” I think…and hit send to Stuart. I don’t want to bother him, I want to be able to do this alone. But how? I know other people do. How do they do it? How do they go to the bathroom? How do they survive without killing themselves (accidentally or on purpose?) Since this has gotten so bad, I have always had Stuart to help me. I’ve only had to deal with an attack a very few times alone. That was so long ago. It was so hard. I don’t know how to not ask for that help from him. How do I do this alone?
Soon I got a text back. I don’t know what it said…..I texted….”help” hit send.
Then I called on voice. I only have to hit one button. I did not have my cochlear implant’s on, so I could not hear anything. I saw the little numbers start counting, I don’t know if he picked up, I just started talking. “I’m not hurt, I have to go to the bathroom. I need help for that. I’m not hurt. please just come help me to the bathroom. I’m not hurt. can’t get to the bathroom, really have to go…..” then said I hoped he heard me and hung up. I really wanted him to know I wasn’t lying there hurt, but I needed a little help….then I waited….
and waited. and held on as hard as I could. I knew I would soon have to try to crawl to the bathroom…..but then what? I wouldn’t be able to get up on the toilet…..what was I going to do? I kept trying to think. the bedpan was in the bathroom. Ugh! The trashcan? maybe. I’m going to kill my back even more. “I have to GO! I’m going to soil myself soon.” (I really think I may have ended up soiling myself before I would have made the decision what to do. My body wasn’t going to wait much longer.) Then Kiki jumped up and ran out of the room…..”Yes, Stuart is here. Whew….”
So I was saved the humiliation of soiling myself, or the possibility of injuring my back more from trying to get to the bathroom by myself…..or injuring myself any number of other ways. *sigh*
The vertigo won’t go away. It slows way down….right now I feel like I’m on a boat with the constant rocking, and if I move, it gets MUCH worse. I will have full blown spins on and off.
I had an appointment scheduled at Duke tomorrow with my ear doc to get his opinion about all of this, now I can’t ride in the car for that long. We rescheduled it for…I think Stuart said a week or so out. I have increased the steroids and am hoping I can get this under control enough by then so I can ride in the car to get there. What can he do? I have no idea. What is causing this? I have no idea. I thought I had an idea, but now, nope. Where do I go from here? if my trip to Duke comes up with nothing….I don’t know. One step at a time.
I can’t control what happens in the future, but that doesn’t mean I can just sit around and not do anything. I have to consider Stuart’s job. His boss has been so very understanding, but this is above and beyond what we ever thought he would have to be doing. First I injure my back and now this? I’m afraid he is being understanding on the outside and not so much on the inside? Stuart is getting his work done. He works the hours, just often not normal hours. Today he is now working at home. He is going to talk to his boss again about this to ease my mind. He likes this job, I do not want to jeopardize it because of me. But I do not know how to take care of me during the attacks by myself. If they are short, fine. But when I can’t walk all day long because of it? How do I go to the bathroom? Get water? food? We can’t afford to get me a helper, and who would know when I’d need one? (I’m spouting off out loud here, I’m not looking for answers…..just where my mind is right now.)
The guilt about this eats me up. It is crazy to feel so guilty about being sick. I didn’t do it. I have no control over it. Yet, this is the one thing I find the hardest to deal with….guilt. I am so very sorry to be such a burden. At times I will feel like I am past this, but then things like this happen and how can I not feel like a burden. How can I not feel guilty? How can I not feel that I am causing so much trouble for my husband? Believe me I could give a list here of a lot of things that need to be done, that he needs for himself…..ect…..that are neglected because of me….because I’m sick. Guilt much?? I’m working on being much more gentle with myself, non judgmental….I’m better than I used to be, but really, I don’t know if I’ll ever get rid of all of the guilt. It’s a work in progress. I can say it is much better than it used to be. I don’t hate myself, and I don’t think of myself as a complete failure. Those used to be huge thoughts that ran through my mind. Those are thoughts that I hear from many people who are chronically ill and have lost so much of their independence. That’s a sad thing isn’t it? Ah…things I’ve been thinking about…..I’m doing really well with much of this stuff. I really do like me. I try my best to be a good person and I think that’s pretty darn important. It’s just that my body often needs help, and I feel guilty about that. Perhaps, if my husband had help it would be easier. …..eh…..going in circles there aren’t I?
No…this isn’t the post I planned to write. It isn’t well thought out. It isn’t illustrated. It doesn’t give a good account of what has happened. It’s just me. Telling you a little bit how it is now. In this world of mine. would I change things in my world today. yeah, can’t say I wouldn’t. Do I still love my life….most of it yeah. This vertigo stuff can hit the highway though…..but I will accept it. I have to.
This is just how things are right now. Just right now. they were different a moment ago…they will be different in a moment.
I’m actually much calmer about things and I’m dealing mentally with things better….yeah I know it doesn’t sound like it….but really I am (probably won’t be when the steroids start kicking in full force again, but hey, at least I’ll know it is the steroids, right? this last round made me a bit crazy….I do not know what if feels like for a “normal” person to be on a high dose of steroids, but it makes me feel like my bipolar medications aren’t working, however, you sit there and think….is it the steroids or do I really feel like this? ugh!)
It has taken me all day to write this.
I hope it makes some sense.
I’m going to try to write more often. I need to keep up with what is happening to me. So these posts coming up may be up and down or start to sound the same or something….but I really need to just write about what I am going through….
hope you don’t mind….
I might just need someone to listen.












I was involuntarily committed to a psychiatric facility, I was suicidal. I had called a Suicide Help Line and was talked into coming in to a mental health facility to “talk”. They wouldn’t let me leave. I was taken from there to the psychiatric hospital in the back of a police car. It was scary. Really I wanted to be committed, I was afraid of what might happen, but officially it was involuntary. My insurance would only pay for inpatient treatment if it was listed as involuntary. However, once I got in, I wasn’t told my rights.
I wasn’t treated badly. I actually had a good stay for the most part. There were no windows my room. The view from my window in the main room was through a thick metal screen, it was more like a prison. But it was a nice atmosphere for the most part, and it was clean and the people were good and they had really good food!! It was surprising to me how much the patients were supportive of each other. There were times when you would hear screaming and there were times when everyone was rushed into their rooms and closed in….but for the most part, it was a quiet and restful stay. This hospital had separate wards depending on the seriousness of the illnesses. This is not always the case.
My biggest problem was the psychiatrist they made me see. He made me very uncomfortable. I was a rape victim and he gave me the creeps. He insisted on being in the room alone with me. I complained and complained and I couldn’t get this resolved. He said I had Borderline Personality Disorder and my complaints were part of my disorder. (I had already been diagnosed as being Bipolar. This diagnosis was again confirmed by a different psychiatrist.)
My second problem was I was told I needed to stay beyond the time my insurance normally pays and that they had gotten approval from my insurance company for the extended stay. They didn’t do that. Since they didn’t get that, my insurance didn’t want to pay for the rest of my stay. Well I had no way to leave. They wouldn’t let me. Plus, I didn’t know they didn’t get approval for the rest of the stay. I left there with a HUGE bill.
This stay ended up making me almost declare bankruptcy. did it help me mentally? Yes. Mainly because it got me in the system and I was able to continue treatment.
I did end up not having to pay for the psychiatrist outrageous bill he tried to saddle me with because of the complaints I had made against him and the many request to have him removed from my case. I also had most of the bill from the hospital dropped because they didn’t get it authorized, and since I was involuntarily committed I couldn’t be held legally obligated to the papers I signed when I was admitted. I wasn’t of “sound mind”.
However, I lost my job. I couldn’t pay my bills when I got out. I was single and alone. My roommate stole from me when I was in the hospital. I had no one to help me. If I hadn’t been so determined to get better, and stay the course, I would easily have stopped taking my medications….I had a hard time affording them. I would have stopped going to therapy and to a psych doc….again it was very had to pay for it. However, I wanted to be more normal. A lot of Bipolar people really miss the highs…I did. I’m an artist, and I will say, I feel I creating has been a lot harder than it was before. But I will not jeopardize my health.
These are trials I had and I was really there because I wanted to be. I didn’t have an advocate. I wish I had. There were a lot of things going on with my case that no one told me about.
If I had not been so eager to want to get better, I don’t know if I could have done it.
The system is so very far from perfect!
I worked so hard. I still work hard at it.
many people who are involuntarily committed won’t be committed to working at it.
Many people who need help and want it won’t even be able to get in a hospital because they don’t have the funds.
No one should feel they have to declare bankruptcy because they need help with their mental health. My credit was ruined for years after this hospital stay. I was afraid to answer the phone because of bill collectors. Yes, I was able to finally get the bills straight with the hospital, but it put me in such financial straits with everything else it followed me for years. My employer didn’t hold my job for me. So when I got out of the hospital, I had no job, and a whole lot of bills. I was still in a very fragile state of mind. This is not the ideal way to enter back in society after leaving a psychiatric facility.
Can you see the Inequality in the Mental Health Care system?
Can you see how different it would have been for me if I had the financial means to pay for a higher quality facility, and have an advocate help me?
Can you see how different it would have been for me if I had not had the financial means I had? If I hadn’t had insurance? I easily could have either have been ignored, or put in a state hospital. I could have been put in a ward with people who were very dangerous. I could have gotten lost in the system. These kind of things happen every day.
What can we do to stop the Inequality in the Mental Health Care System?
The first thing we can do is talk about it.
Talk about it more….and more….perhaps the more we talk about it the more attention we call to it.
The more attention we call to it….the more noise we make about it…they will have to do something about it!
How? What? I don’t know. I don’t know how to fix it. I wish I did.
But I do know this is an inequality that must end! People cannot continue to suffer because they can’t afford mental health care.
To read more on Psychiatric Hospitalization please visit the National Alliance on Mental Illness site. NAMI