It's been a rather interesting week, I can say that much.
Thursday morning I had a meeting with a psychiatrist after Lexapro didn't work out for me. Turns out I'm bipolar type II which my primary doctor was leaning toward, he just wanted the confirmation. Now I get to go back next Thursday and get put on some anti-psychotic (That's a horrible name for that type of medicine...) medication to see about stabilizing my anxiety/depression. I'm really hoping this round of meds works because the Lexapro made things so awful for me.
Thursday got even worse when Stosbet went out bowling with the SG Austin group and I stayed home. I started drinking, lost track of how many drinks I was having and before I know it had a few too many. This did not sit well with the existing tear I had in my stomach so not only did I get really drunk really quick I also started vomiting blood. Luckily my roommate rushed me to a hospital super quick, and then Stosbet picked me up to take me to another hospital. I'm very fuzzy on the details of that part because the whole time I was laying in the backseat of cars clutching my stomach trying not to vomit. I did again, but in the hospital parking lot.
At the hospital (This being my first visit to an emergency room for myself), they admitted me, put me into a room, put me on some fluids and gave me a sedative. I don't remember any of the conversation or really anything that went on. I did fall asleep at some point, and then woke up when they released me around 6am. I don't remember going home, and I don't remember falling asleep in my bed but it was a wonderful feeling to wake up next to Stosbet in our own bed.
My hips/thighs were incredibly sore from how I was sleeping on the hospital bed, my stomach was killing me and I was just extremely tired and out of it from the hangover and the sedatives. I just layed around the apartment all day while Stosbet and Elloel took care of my sick ass.
I went back to work on Saturday which I probably shouldn't have done. The worst part is the mental toll it's taken out on me. First finding out about being bipolar meaning it's not just simple anxiety and then having to go to the hospital after a rather pathetic display of drinking and vomiting I just have no desire to work, no desire to leave the house, no desire to socialize. I just want to stay in bed and ignore everything. It's going to be a long, long, long road to Thursday and the next step in getting things in my head squared away.
Thursday morning I had a meeting with a psychiatrist after Lexapro didn't work out for me. Turns out I'm bipolar type II which my primary doctor was leaning toward, he just wanted the confirmation. Now I get to go back next Thursday and get put on some anti-psychotic (That's a horrible name for that type of medicine...) medication to see about stabilizing my anxiety/depression. I'm really hoping this round of meds works because the Lexapro made things so awful for me.
Thursday got even worse when Stosbet went out bowling with the SG Austin group and I stayed home. I started drinking, lost track of how many drinks I was having and before I know it had a few too many. This did not sit well with the existing tear I had in my stomach so not only did I get really drunk really quick I also started vomiting blood. Luckily my roommate rushed me to a hospital super quick, and then Stosbet picked me up to take me to another hospital. I'm very fuzzy on the details of that part because the whole time I was laying in the backseat of cars clutching my stomach trying not to vomit. I did again, but in the hospital parking lot.
At the hospital (This being my first visit to an emergency room for myself), they admitted me, put me into a room, put me on some fluids and gave me a sedative. I don't remember any of the conversation or really anything that went on. I did fall asleep at some point, and then woke up when they released me around 6am. I don't remember going home, and I don't remember falling asleep in my bed but it was a wonderful feeling to wake up next to Stosbet in our own bed.
My hips/thighs were incredibly sore from how I was sleeping on the hospital bed, my stomach was killing me and I was just extremely tired and out of it from the hangover and the sedatives. I just layed around the apartment all day while Stosbet and Elloel took care of my sick ass.
I went back to work on Saturday which I probably shouldn't have done. The worst part is the mental toll it's taken out on me. First finding out about being bipolar meaning it's not just simple anxiety and then having to go to the hospital after a rather pathetic display of drinking and vomiting I just have no desire to work, no desire to leave the house, no desire to socialize. I just want to stay in bed and ignore everything. It's going to be a long, long, long road to Thursday and the next step in getting things in my head squared away.
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semiretiredpunk:
Well that sucks. O.o
warchildrex:
i appreciate the sentiment, sir 