Bipolar?
Bipolar?
So am I bipolar? Don’t know, but I am now on some kind of antidepressant called trazadone. Not sure what that’s about but I guess it’s supposed to make me sleep better.
How did this happen?
Jo and I have been fighting. A lot. Yelling, me storming out, etc. it nearly broke us. Seems hat there was a cabal of people who were convinced that I was bipolar of some sort, probably bipolar 2, which was once known as “manic depressive”. “No shame” they said. I don’t know how much I buy that, but I guess so, I’m blogging about it. But it seems there is some new breathing room that wasn’t there before.
I a supposed to keep a journal now, as well. Should have been dong so before, but … Oh well. Gotta start somewhere. What else? Doc says that I am supposed to get some exercise, get to bed at a decent hour. Can’t take my meds within 3 hours of having a beer, and I am supposed to take them at the same time each night. In the appointment with the doc, my previous, Um, pharmacological history came up, and consequently she put me on a horse-sized dosage, starting at 100 mg and jumping to 150 mg in a week. I am told that’s a lot.
So here goes….
Oh, and I was just told that I was the subject of an intervention today. Gonna have to think about that a bit..