I can’t believe it. That thumping is the sound of me banging my head against the wall. I thought the meds I was taking were over and done with. I know they’ll have to be tweaked from time to time for the rest of my life, but, I thought I’d get a break. Unfortunately I’ve been manic this week. I have volunteered to do a lot of things…ALOT, and I’m wanting to search for meeting space so I can try and start a new DBSA (Depression Bipolar Support Alliance). To top it all off I have school starting next week. Based on all this info and the fact that I was super manic in my pdocs office, he decided he needed to tweak my drugs. It looks like the number of pills I take daily is now 7.
Even though I agree with him 100%, the last thing I want is to have a med change. I loved being manic. I love feeling on top of the world. I don’t want to come down off this cloud. But, I know I’m kind of out of control when I’m manic and my head swirls way too fast. I accepted the prescription and got the pills.
It’s one of those things in life that I don’t want to do, but must.(sigh)