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| Mon, 05-07-2007 - 3:26pm |
I'm totally revved up. I went to see the doctor today. He says I'm moderately manic. He cut out the Lexapro and halved my Remeron. He told me to call if the mania gets worse. I'm not sure what worse is, but I'm having the time of my life. My husband is a little concerned but I got this under control.


Just hide the credit cards & stay off eBay-LOL!
I'm glad you are feeling so good, but just keep a close watch on it. It might blow into a full blown mania and as we all know that can be downright dangerous. I hope the med changes help you to get to a "normal" state...whatever that might be. Just follow the pdoc's orders and see what happens. If you start to nosedive or start flying higher call him immediately. He's there to help you.
If there's anything we can do, remember we're here to support you in any way possible. Post as often as you need/want to. We're always here.
Hugs,
Traci
I wrote this early this morning:
A jumble of words, tumbling over and over in my mind—what are they saying? I barely know. Something about the children making a mess in the kitchen, something about my favorite TV show—can’t concentrate on it enough to watch, something about my husband wanting to spend time with me—with all these thoughts how can I devote time to anything, something about the thunder and lightning—5 seconds per ¼ mile or some such, something about my body which I can’t seem to still, something about hyper -sexuality and my husband not wanting to do stuff, Something about the guy at church and ill controlled thoughts, Something about my husband griping about my driving and going way too fast—but everyone and everything else is going way too slow.
And what’s that? Is that a dozen people mumbling or the sound of a babbling stream? It’s something babbling, that’s for sure. Above the din of my own thoughts, this babbling is talking to me. Sometimes I can make out things like, “Drive faster—you can do anything, “Let’s go skydiving—nothing can harm you, “Or maybe just fly off your roof—if only you can find a ladder.” After all God’s own angels are protecting me. And anyone who tries to avert me, let him beware; for God will cut them down. I am about God’s plan and His plan is in me.
Irritability is building--frustration and impatience too. Anger is approaching. Rage is on the horizon. I feel it boiling under the surface. I can sense the tension building. In spite of the irritability, I feel like I’m on cloud ten, I’m giddy, I can’t remember when I’ve been this happy. My husband is a little depressed. And though I feel for him, I can’t find my empathetic bone. I haven’t been sleeping much—four hours one night, half an hour the next. I have so much energy I’ve even been cleaning under my fridge and exercising like it’s going out of style.
I'm waiting on a call back from the PDoc. *shrug*
Edited 5/8/2007 12:09 pm ET by tallyn75
Tallyn,
I really REALLY hope you heard from Pdoc by now.
You are getting increasingly manic and in a very short time frame...please be safe. You sound exactly like I have before and its a scary scary thing. Hang in there.
Check in when you can.
Hugs,
Keli
Tallyn,
I agree with Kelli, sounds like you've quickly moving into the dangerous mania.