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An Alternate Theory

Posted 2013.04.02 21.10 in Life On Drugs, Pointless Blather

Yesterday evening a very good friend brought it to my attention that my recently abnormal audio-visual experiences might in fact not be the result of demonic posession or evil sorcery, or even mundane craziness.

Apparently, according to her, all that and more can be attributed to lack of sleep.

Lack of sleep, or poor sleep, are of course ongoing themes in my existance. I take hours to fall asleep, wake up frequently, and I’ve got sleep apnea so even when I think I’m sleeping, I’m probably not.

She suggested that some supplements might help me get some decent sleep, and that in turn could help me with the depression, stress, et cetera.

So I took the suggestion and ran with it!

All The Pills

Pilz-E said he’d guard the pills for me. He’s good that way.

I got Melatonin to help with the sleeping because my sleeping seriously needs help and the bottle said it would help with that and I got 5-HTP because it’ll “Promote Healthy Mood Balance” and I don’t wanna have my mood balance be all unhealthy which I bet it is right now because I haven’t been taking 5-HTP before and then there’s a great big economy-size bottle of back-pain pills because my back hurts a lot because when I was eighteen I broke it skydiving but I got better but now it hurts and who’d have ever thought that breaking your back would have any kind of long term effects that’d haunt me 20 years later.

So hopefully in a week or so, I’ll be sleeping quietly, mentally stable, free of backpain, and will no longer have the insides of my eyeballs spelling out messages in Elder Futhark while I’m trying to drive.

Healing

Posted 2012.01.06 18.49 in Life On Drugs, Pointless Blather

So it’s been 6 full days now since the second operation. A week since the original procedure.

I’m certainly on the mend. I can tell, there is less pain, moving around is easier. On the other hand, I’m not feeling as good as I had hoped. Maybe I was overly optomistic, and maybe having two operations in two days is a bit of an extra strain on the system.

I went to work yesterday for a few hours; that and a visit to the drug store afterwards completely wore me out. By the time I got home I was exhausted, and in a good deal of discomfort.

On the other hand, despite how tired I was, I had insomnia and lay awake staring at the ceiling for half the night. So from that point of view, I’m a lot closer to being back to normal than I feel.

I’m expecting to spend the rest of the weekend slumping around doing nothing, much as I’ve done this past week, and with luck I’ll be just about finished the mending process by Monday.

There should be more to report, but I can’t remember what it may have been. And sitting at a desk & typing has tired me out again.

Complications

Posted 2012.01.01 6.47 in Family/Friends, Life On Drugs

So it turns out, at least some of my anxieties were not misplaced.

I came through Friday’s surgery ok, by Friday night I was feeling pretty all right. Then it all went downhill fast. By Saturday morning they decided that the surgeon needed another look, but he was working at a different hospital that day.

So when my dad came to pick me up in the morning, instead of taking me home he had to take me over to the emergency section of a different hospital. They were expecting me, but it was still a hassel with admission and all.

Then they decided to do another surgery, which from prep to OR to recovery took all day long. And finally, when I got out of recovery, the surgeon had told my dad and I what was up but hadn’t filled out paperwork with the head nurse.

So they were reluctant to discharge me, and the doc wasn’t answering his pages. Finally I signed a form to discharge myself, and at long last, got home late yesterday evening.

My dad gets an extra big Thank You for staying with me through the whole second-surgey thing, even though it was an excruciatingly long and boring day at the hospital for him. I can’t describe the joy and comfort I experienced seeing him there for me when they let me out of recovery.

Big props also to my mum who stayed the night here at home with me, and is now off at 6am getting painkillers for me at the drug store.

Anxiety

Posted 2011.12.30 10.45 in Life On Drugs, Pointless Blather

So I’m on my way to a date with a scalpel, and I’m nervous.

They say it’s no big thing. Simple procedure, only takes 30 minutes or so.

I’m sure they’re right. I’m sure everything will be ok.

It’s just that I get nervous when needles, scalpels, and anaesthetic are involved.

And it’s not like they do anything to ease the anxiety – to the contrary, the whole process is designed to extend the discomfort. No food or water after midnight, so you’re hungry and totally parched while you’re waiting. No painkillers or other medication for a full week ahead of time.

I get the no-food thing, and the no-water thing makes a very slight amount of sense. But it doesn’t do anything to make one feel less uneasy about the situation.

Personally, I think they should give you a small supply of demerol, to start taking as soon as the anxiety sets in. That would go a long way to making the whole process run a little smoother. At least from the patient’s point of view.

It Eases The Pain

Posted 2011.10.20 21.17 in Life On Drugs, Pointless Blather

Still dealing with this lame leg problem. I’ve been off the antibiotics since Sunday, and my leg hasn’t magically gotten any better. I’m starting to worry it’s getting worse, but doing it slowly so I can’t be 100% certain – like getting a teeny bit worse each day so I don’t notice any sudden changes.

Anyhow, not-getting-better is not acceptable so I went back to see the doctor today. She agreed that it wasn’t magically better — wierd how stopping the medication didn’t make things improve, right?

Anyways, she’s decided rather than try any more medication, she’ll send me back out for another few weeks of tests. The first one is a repeat actually – three years ago I went through all this fun, for my right leg. Only the problem, whatever it was, went away after a week or two, without anyone ever figuring out what it was. This time it’s the left leg, and it’s been over 2 months now that I’ve had the symptoms.

So the first test – radioactive bone scan. They inject me with radioactive ‘medicine’, then wait a couple hours for it to collect in my bones, then I have to lay very still while they watch me with a ‘gamma camera’. Last time I didn’t get any super-powers, so I’m hoping this time around I’ll be luckier. The point of this is that maybe the infection has gotten into my bones which apparently makes it harder for antibiotics to reach it, or something.

I don’t know what the second test will be, only that she’s sending me to a specialist. I don’t know yet what he specializes in. I can’t read doctor-scribble, but I think it says something like lymphblahblah so maybe she wants to test to see if the infection is into my lymphatic system.

In the meantime, not only did she not perscribe any antibiotics, she also left me to my own devices when it comes to dealing with the pain. So I perscribed myself a little retail therapy, and got me a shiney new iPhone 4S!

How does that ease the pain in my leg? Well, it doesn’t, exactly. It does help though. It helps ease the pain of iPhone4Slessness.

Mr. Blue, Mr. Grey [U]

Posted 2011.09.26 9.13 in Life On Drugs, Pointless Blather

Time to meet my two constant companions, who’ve been with me for the past seven days.

Messers Blue and Grey

Mr. Grey is not too bad, he’s smaller, a lightweight, and more managable. On his own, he’s fairly easy to handle. Mr. Blue on the other hand is bigger, and while not much heavier,  he’s more of a handful to keep track of. It’s the bulk, I think.

Mr. BluePresently, the final two IV bags that were prescribed last week will be installed into my two friends here. Today I need to find a doctor to make the call as to whether those last two hits of drugs will be enough. Will my two companions be leaving me tomorrow? Or will another RX be issued, so my Blue and Grey comrades can remain with me even longer?

Mr. GreyI’ll try my regular doctor first, and see if she will make the call. Otherwise, it’s back to the hospital (and the long wait that will entail) to get someone to decide what course to take.

To be honest, I won’t be sorry to see these two nylon fellows leave. They have a job to do, of course, but they are so clingy and demanding.

Naturally, I have gotten to know them over the course of the week. Not intimately mind you – it’s quite easy to ignore the urge to take things apart, when said things are directly wired into your bloodstream and are playing an important role in maintaining your health. I’ve even refrained from button-pressing. Mostly.

Through simple observation, I have figured how to reload them – removing the empty bag, spiking a fresh bag, resetting the reservoir volume counter. That came in handy yesterday when the nurse didn’t come by, and I suspect it will come in handy again today as well.

One ought to be proactive in one’s own healthcare matters.

Update: sounds like my friends will be staying an extra two days. Instead of parting ways tomorrow, they’ll be hanging around until Thursday.

Random Rotating Medicine Labels

Posted 2010.08.15 10.55 in Life On Drugs

With the cryptospam and this new wellbutrin stuff, I’ve been on mind-altering drugs for almost two years now. That’s a lot of visits to the pharmacy to get prescriptions filled or refilled.

One thing I’ve noticed is that they almost always stick one or two of those little warning labels on the bottle, but they rarely use the same labels.

Some months I should take with food. Other months I’m to avoid operating heavy machinery. Some months I’m advised not to take the drugs with alcohol. This month the warning says that the drugs may cause dizziness.

So this leaves me contemplating what this all really means.

  • Maybe the medicine has every possible side-affect and every possible warning applies, but they can only fit one or two labels on the bottle, so they’re sort of giving them to me in series and one day I’ll have them all.
  • Maybe the medicine is a placebo and they can’t remember what they told me to avoid last month, so they just stick a warning on there and hope for the best.
  • Maybe the manufacturer can’t make the medicine the same way from month to month so every month it’s a different formula and hence has different properties, and different warnings apply.
  • Maybe the medicine is totally safe but the pharmacist wants to use up his supply of warning labels so he can order new ones.
  • Or maybe it’s completely random and they just slap any old warning label on every bottle that they give to their mentally unstable clients just to mess with us and keep us guessing.

Only thing I know for certain is, if there’s no “don’t take with alcohol” label, then it means that the pillz are perfectly safe to take with booze. Even if they weren’t last month.