Last August my grandfather started a new trend: People in my life (in some way or another) dying. My grandfather was 99. He was 2 weeks shy of his 100th birthday, but died of pancreatic cancer. Then 2 months later my grandmother stopped breathing and died. Then 3 days ago a lady in my neighborhood was out walking her dog and a man jumped out of the ( Read more... )

On the 16th I went to my pdoc appointment, and told him the Seroquel XR was too expensive so he wrote me a prescription for Risperdal, generic. Then he gave me more abilify samples, only lower doses to titrate down, while titrating up on the Risperdal. He also gave me more samples of the Seroquel to take ( Read more... )

I am anxious. I feel that I should've already heard back from the place where I just got hired by now. I am extra-super-duper hoping that the Seroquel did not create a false positive on the drug screen. I keep thinking, "oh shit what if that's why I haven't heard from them, the Seroquel created a false positive! Or what if the benzos were not out ( Read more... )

Not sure how to gauge my moods at all lately. Seems like its been up and down. I had a good day yesterday, then today I am sad. My gf thinks I am manic because 2 nights ago I woke up at 2:30 and never could get back to sleep. She has a super hightened sense of my illness because it nearly destroyed our relationship last summer so she's been ever so ( Read more... )

So Monday I saw my new psychiatrist and was happy with the way things went. This guy is not a douche bag like the other guy is. This guy was thoughtful, listened to what I had to say, asked me for my opinions, and was not unpleasant. I'm glad I found him! It cost $240 to see him, so I'm really really glad it went well. He prescribed me Ativan to ( Read more... )

Went to the new Pdoc today and am happy to say he is a much nicer fellow. He took time to listen to me, was thoughtful, explained how the medicine works in my brain -- all of these things the other guy never did. I'm glad I went and the $240 was worth it (ugh I need insurance so bad). He prescribed me ativan (lorazepam) and no more clonazepam ( Read more... )

My job was at first nerve-wracking. Monday morning was our first day out on the floor after training, and I had no idea what I was doing. I was thus nervous, and ended up vomiting as a result ( Read more... )

Well work is going.... its... just going. We got 4 weeks of training, for a difficult job. Now we are in the process of having mentors run to our desk when we raise up a flag, when we are on the phones and have questions. Of which there are many. Its rather nerve wracking. Monday, the first day, I was so nervous I threw up 3 times. I even pulled a ( Read more... )

I was 14 years old and in 9th grade in a small town in the mountains of central Washington state. I woke up late for school the morning of Wednesday November 10, 1993. That is how the worst day of my life started. I missed the school bus, and so my mom said she'd take me to school. The alternator in the car was having problems and the car wouldn't ( Read more... )

Well no more fun & games. I start the new job tomorrow. I am excited, though. I am glad to finally have a job, and get out of the house, and be successful at something. Laurel may have to drive me if it snows too much, but hopefully the snow will be minimal enough that I can drive myself. I am hoping ( Read more... )