First a warning, if you are a chihuahua lover then please read no further. I don’t want you to think any less of me than you probably already do.
I hate the little beasts. I hate to say it because I love most animals, but yippy dogs are near the bottom of my list. The defining factor though is their shaking. I’m already nervous enough, the last thing I need is a rat sized creature around shaking like it’s near death from frostbite. These days, though, I am like a chihuahua. I call it my Chihuahua Syndrome.
I started shaking very badly about a month or so ago. My hands began quivering so much that I could barely type and I kept dropping things. Yesterday, I was so shaky that I spilled an entire bottle of my meds onto the bathroom floor. YUCK! I’ll be thinking of that over the next month until they run out.
In discussion with my pdoc recently, she believes that much of what I think is mania is actually anxiety. I was skepticle, but having much trust in her I agreed to add on more meds. YIPPIE! That’s six more pills a day! Just what I needed.
She put me on Propranolol, which apparently is used for high blood pressure but also works to reduce social phobia, anxiety and general tension. Because I don’t have high blood pressure that has to be watched closely since it can reduce it too low.
The results so far are mixed. My shaking has gotten worse. Obviously someone has injected chihuahua blood into my system. Maybe I need to pretend to sleep and watch what Maurice is up to at night. While the shaking has gotten worse, my anxiety seems about the same but my mania appears to have greatly reduced. I’m much more bitchy these days but not having wild manic episodes. I don’t know what all this means, especially since I’ve been taking my dosage incorrectly. I’ve been ignoring what’s on the label and going by what I thought she told me. Knowing how bad my memory is these days, I should know better.
It’s wait and see for me at this point. Maurice and I see our couples therapist today and maybe I’ll get to the bottom of my bitchiness lately. For now it’s yippy and shaky for me, for I have a bad case of the chihuahua syndrome.