My hand isn’t as badly hurt as I feared. It’s getting better and the Doc confirmed that I didn’t break anything. I felt like a goon asking her to check it and all she said in response was “..boys.” Then we discussed whether my medication needed to be adjusted. The question was always raised as to whether my general irritability was related to my dosage or if a completely different medication was eventually going to be needed. Increasing the dosage on the current med is the first thing we’re going to try and so far it’s working. Doc actually proposed one theory was that I may have bipolar disorder but, at this point, the dosage increase has worked. I am now back to feeling better. It’s really amazing how quickly the stuff works on me (when it works).
It’s situations like this where I become very aware that my brain is nothing more than a kettle of chemicals and this thought makes me uneasy. While I am relieved by the effects of these drugs, I hate that I have to take them. I hate that I am more or less dependent on them. My therapist always tells me to think of my meds as a tool, something to allow me to better control my thoughts, and he’s right. The medication cancels out the noise so that I can really move forward with my thoughts, but there is always that nagging feeling that I couldn’t do without them. Even though I attribute so much of my anxiety to my 9 to 5 job, I know there are times in my life where I have been panic-stricken over situations that were not deserving of it. I should not live in the past, but if I had been taking these crazy pills back when I was in college, my transcript might look much different than it does.
I’ve been playing with Luke Taylor at his open mic shows at HK on The Bay (and also tomorrow’s show at GF Keegan’s) and it’s been a lot of fun. In some ways an open mic never feels like a real gig because there’s a lax level of professionalism inherit in the format of jamming with total strangers, but getting paid at the end of the night is always nice and it’s great to meet some of these incredible musicians that come out to play with us. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: there is some fantastic talent in this area and a shortage of venues to see them play
I am living proof that being bipolar II is okay. I think you’d know—and Kim really would—if you’re bipolar I. You can usually smell mania coming a mile away.
I went from 20mg to 60mg of fluox___ne, then augmented with Ab___fy before realizing that the latter’s partial effectiveness was directly related to my need for a mood stabilizer. Switched and BLAMMO!