So off I went to an emergency appointment last week with my CPN and psychiatrist I had been pretty manic for a number of weeks and
I was rather enjoying my mania episode and the spoil sports decided enough was enough and it was time to bring me down. After prescribing two medications they assured me I would start to slow down.
So being the good girl I am, I never took the pills, well I took my mood stabaliser but didn’t want to take the druggy drug as I call it as it leaves me feeling like a zombie, I have had them in the past.
On Sunday night I climbed into bed and two hours later I was still wide awake, my mind a rapid train of thoughts and I was ready for action at 2 am. I can’t remember the last time I slept properly so thought back to the pills sitting on the top shelf and decided to give them a try.
The box said I could take up to 3 at night, I decided 2 would be best. I was desperate to sleep. So I took 2. I climbed back into bed and 40 minutes later I felt my eyes getting heavy. I needed a wee.
Yet when I tried to lift my head off the pillow, it would not budge. It took for what seemed forever to get to my feet and stand, the room started spinning and I fell back onto the bed.
As I walked to the bathroom, I felt sick and dizzy and my body was so heavy. I managed to wee. But even getting off the toilet seat was a struggle.
I made it to the top of the landing to go and get a drink as my throat was as dry as sandpaper, yet found myself having to sit on the small landing we have, with three stairs above it and the main stairs bellow it. I knew nothing till I woke up cold. I had fallen asleep with my body curled in a ball, my head resting on the stairs. My neck ached.
I struggled down the stairs on my bum, my legs would not work. I climbed into bed and knew nothing till 10.30 am, when a worried husband stood over me asking me if I was OK?
I struggled to wake up. For the rest of the day I struggled.
Kody was unwell and I had to take him to the doctors. I got out the cement mixer and caked as much make up on as I could.
A friend called in the afternoon to check in on Kody and asked what was wrong with me as I looked rugged up. I felt drugged up. Of course hearing about my night on the stairs made her laugh. She is never phased by anything I do and just laughs at me. She thought it would have been more funny had the husband had found me there.
It took all day and night to even begin to feel half human. Last night I slept like a baby.
Not sure I will be taking these meds again. The funny thing is the shrink wants me to take up to 3 every night and then again during the day. Is it any wonder I refuse to take medication?