This is one of the best sites I have come across for both the patient and the caregiver. Without a solid, knowledgeable caretaker some of us would never get out of bed again. Things for me are mostly table though yesterday my son that I put up for adoption turned 18 and its making me feel real odd but I am more inclined to think its maternal more then it is bipolar issues. Other then that I havent been to horrible but i have been a tad cranky, and unfriendly to my caretaker. Its got to stop. it happens because i know i can rant and rave at him and hes not going to hate me. but with reading the caretaker articles on this link i realized i could be doing a good job at driving him away. So goals for the next couple of months are
1) dont treat caretaker like a whipping boy
2) lose some of this god awful weight.
anyway thats todays little info and i hope you find this link as helpful and educational as i did
Bipolar Disorder � EverydayHealth.com
Monday, March 16, 2009
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Memories
Just a side note Scribe Fire is the best FireFox plug in. No having to bring up any web pages just bring it up and type. anyways...
I finally figured out why ppl say that school are the best years of your life. Its not the school per say but the fact that you are more free then you will ever be after you get out. its a time of no work, free food and roofs, no real bills,etc. Now i know it wasn't that way for everyone but it tends to apply to most. Even though I had to take care of Doris and Stanley I still had my moments of peace and even some time to myself.
School was my escape. The only time I was around others my age. Even then Doris and Stanley managed to mess that up some times. Anyway I digress.
Despite being picked on most of the time it really was the best time. For most ppl it lasted threw college from what i have heard. it ended for me when i turned 16. i was told i knew enough to get by and it was time to do my duty and take care of Doris and Stanley full time. Sometimes I get so mad at them and its not like its going to help with both of them dead now.it was 9 years for Stanley in January and it will be 12 years for Doris in May. It still feels like yesterday. I have tried to go to college a couple of times since then and something has always come up. Always because I had to take of someone else. Being disabled is no picnic but its nice not to have to wait on anyone anymore.
Emotionally I have come along way and then some. I can almost control the episodes now. Though the depression is harder then the manic. Manic is addictive. You multi task like a robot you dont sleep you just get so much done and you feel really good. Its kinda like drugs I guess from what I have heard. It does feel good not to be that way all the time now.
No real updates on the physical side of things. Though I do get mad at the driver who hit me. its called a crosswalk for a reason, its even suppose to be a law that you stop at them. Oh well life goes on. The doctors are talking about something called a decompression surgery to straighten my spine. then fixing the herniated disc and all that should move everything at the way and stop pressing on my nerve root. I dont know that i really want them operating on my back but if i dont take my meds i cant even get out of bed so whats the worse thing that can happen..i am already pretty much stuck in bed lol. Well will shut up before this gets any longer then it already is.
Oh one more thing my son turns 18 on the 15th. maybe it wouldn't feel so weird if i hadn't put him up for adoption but it was the very best thing for him. Happy Birthday Trevor.
I finally figured out why ppl say that school are the best years of your life. Its not the school per say but the fact that you are more free then you will ever be after you get out. its a time of no work, free food and roofs, no real bills,etc. Now i know it wasn't that way for everyone but it tends to apply to most. Even though I had to take care of Doris and Stanley I still had my moments of peace and even some time to myself.
School was my escape. The only time I was around others my age. Even then Doris and Stanley managed to mess that up some times. Anyway I digress.
Despite being picked on most of the time it really was the best time. For most ppl it lasted threw college from what i have heard. it ended for me when i turned 16. i was told i knew enough to get by and it was time to do my duty and take care of Doris and Stanley full time. Sometimes I get so mad at them and its not like its going to help with both of them dead now.it was 9 years for Stanley in January and it will be 12 years for Doris in May. It still feels like yesterday. I have tried to go to college a couple of times since then and something has always come up. Always because I had to take of someone else. Being disabled is no picnic but its nice not to have to wait on anyone anymore.
Emotionally I have come along way and then some. I can almost control the episodes now. Though the depression is harder then the manic. Manic is addictive. You multi task like a robot you dont sleep you just get so much done and you feel really good. Its kinda like drugs I guess from what I have heard. It does feel good not to be that way all the time now.
No real updates on the physical side of things. Though I do get mad at the driver who hit me. its called a crosswalk for a reason, its even suppose to be a law that you stop at them. Oh well life goes on. The doctors are talking about something called a decompression surgery to straighten my spine. then fixing the herniated disc and all that should move everything at the way and stop pressing on my nerve root. I dont know that i really want them operating on my back but if i dont take my meds i cant even get out of bed so whats the worse thing that can happen..i am already pretty much stuck in bed lol. Well will shut up before this gets any longer then it already is.
Oh one more thing my son turns 18 on the 15th. maybe it wouldn't feel so weird if i hadn't put him up for adoption but it was the very best thing for him. Happy Birthday Trevor.
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