Being crazy isn't easy. I have mentioned before that I have been diagnosed as bipolar. I have been rapid cycling which means going from manic to depressed and back and forth. When you crash from mania to depression, it is a hard landing.
When I went on medicare and got supplemental insurance, I have had a difficult time finding a doctor and really didn't try that hard. I had plenty of my mood stabilizers but had run out of my antidepressant made specifically for bipolar people. I had an appointment today - I did not make it. I had crashed Tuesday night and stayed crashed until this morning.
Not good. I missed my feed bag and missed my morphine. Missing both has bad consequences. I felt like a fragile fall leaf. You get immediate morphine withdrawals - not fun. Missing the feed bag makes you feel like you are completely depleted. I almost feel 3 times. Had to cancel 2 appointments - which stinks as one was for a psychiatrist. I desperately need antidepressants.
I feel like Alice who dropped down the rabbit hole. I know I will get to the doc eventually. Can't wait for that. So if you wonder where I have been - been in hiding - extremely depressed. It is getting better but the meds would be so much better.
I have been sick a lot lately - something is amiss. I am seeing the oncologist at the end of March. It is time for a body scan. Curious and scared at the same time.
My mom came over to take me to the doc but I could barely move. So lucky to have her here to help.
More later -
Thursday, February 27, 2014
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