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10 May 2005

Once More...from the top

One last post and then I'm leaving....

Having some rough days. Got my new med, Zoloft on Friday. It's a bit of a pick me up so far. Still a bit off but not as eck (really no other way to describe it). The moods are wonky and I'm a bitch. I look at people and they just disgust me....not all but geez, there are some ugly ass people in this world.

At the same time, I'm crushing on this one particular man. Have been for a few weeks now. No, I can do nothing about it. He's in a position in my life that it would be improper...I think. But damn, it's nice to stare and flirt and all that beautiful sort of stuff. And I SWEAR Stan (yes, that's his name...Good god!) is flirting back.

I start training tomorrow at the new place of employment. I finally found my brother who is going to watch Em for me for the next two evenings. I hope he doesn't flake out on me. sigh....PLEASE LORD GOD!

For the most part, I feel unstable. I feel like each of my emotions and likes and dislikes and memories and breaths of life has a voice. So within me are thousands upon thousands of talking and screaming whispering voices. But the space within me feels like a small corner of a house. All these voices have been crammed into a forgotten, untidy, musty, swollen, stale, pungent crawlspace and the air isn't circulating so they can't breathe. They all want out. They all are pushing to get out. The activity within this confined space is mean and scared and understandingly chaotic and uncalm. And I'm trying to ignore it all because I can't break down. I'm not allowing anything more than a few of them to put their lips to a crack in the floorboards near an outside wall to take a few breaths and talk to the outside world. Sick, isn't it?

Yep...

On a lighter note in Pensacola (from Yahoo! Weather):

Currently:
79°
sky: partly cloudy (day)
Partly Cloudy
High: 80°
Low: 65°

TAG! You're IT!

New meme is hanging about which is really quite interesting. List of occupations, dream jobs, wanna bes (when I grow up). Pick five and explain why. Then tag a few people to do the same. Everyone is getting picked so I'm going to chose some of those who don't have blogs but stop in here also. You can comment in my comments.

The List:

If I could be a scientist...
If I could be a farmer...
If I could be a musician...
If I could be a doctor...
If I could be a painter...
If I could be a gardener...
If I could be a missionary...
If I could be a chef...
If I could be an architect...
If I could be a linguist...
If I could be a psychologist...
If I could be a librarian...
If I could be a lawyer...
If I could be an inn-keeper...
If I could be an athlete...
If I could be a professor...
If I could be a writer...
If I could be a llama rider...
If I could be a bonnie pirate...
If I could be an astronaut...
If I could be a world famous blogger...
If I could be a justice on any one court in the world...
If I could be married to any current famous political figure...
If I could be a dog trainer...

If I could be a farmer, I would live in a commune or a society that used bartering as its form of currency. I would have acres and acres of vegetables and orchards surrounding a large lake. Several dairy cows and goats. A chicken coop and large community of family and friends to live on the land with me.

If I could be a musician I would play several instruments, as well as sing, including the piano, guitar, violin, and drums. I would write scores of music daily like fiend going crazy with the frenzy to get it all out. I would sing bluesy jazz with a sexy accompanying group.

If I could be an architect, I would recycle as many of the older buildings as possible. I hate to see homes and shopping centers become eyesores and hazards to a community. I'd work with city developers and planners to re-vamp unsightly areas. I would want to revitalize areas seen as poorer neighbors using some of these vacant buildings. Restoring historic buildings.

If I could be a psychologist, I would be a criminal/forensic profiler for the FBI. I would work my way up from crime scene investigator and detective to the top ranking profiler in the country. I would be called in for all the special, hard to solve cases. And to help prevent criminal activity in adults, I would work pro bono with troubled children/adolescents. Help the children and you rescue the world.

If I could be a writer, I would be published many times over. I would be best-selling but not because I'm Danielle Steele and expected to be but because I actually have talent. I would be required reading in AP Honors classes. The nuances of creativity will be written about in professional essays for decades. My private journals will fetch millions of dollars a hundred years after my death for the depth and breadth of my talent, and anything with a doodle of mine will be an instant collectible.

I tag......Janis, Kane, Carrie, and Tom (it's getting harder to find people to tag).

It's a "cause I feel like stealing something from someone and sharing inappropriate feelings" sort of day

Stolen from Jez at here

Your Porn Star Name is: Sandra Spreadum


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Your Boobies' Names Are: Beavis and Butthead


And here:

It's Not Sex. It's ... :
Filling the Creme Doughnut

07 May 2005

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day!

06 May 2005

Bipolar in 4 Easy Lessons

Not quite but I needed a catchy phrase for the marketing appeal. Just had an impromptu appointment with my former ARNP, Kay. Don't like Kay. Have an appointment with my new one next month because I don't like Kay but I needed an appointment....bad like.

In honor of Mental Health May, I'm going to teach all you lay folk about Bipolar. If you haven't picked up a few things contextually from reading me over the last couple of years, this is going to be textbook verbage for you. I'll have some reference from official sites. I'll steal from them too. I'll give you insight from my own mind if need be. BUT I think it's important because...well, I need to go into the hospital and I can't. I've had to go into the hospital for years but it's not a practical thing for me. So, I'm going to educate on why...why I should have and still need to be hospitalized.

Hello, I'm Ms. Naomi and I'll be your teacher for the day. Let us begin.

First, a definition.

Bipolar Disorder was in the past called Manic-Depression. I think because of its past name a lot of the misconception of what it is has come about. The belief that bipolar is the altering states of extreme happiness and extreme sadness. Not so. Doesn't happen that way.

The American Psychiatric Association's Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (commonly known as DSM-IV because it is in its fourth major edition) says, "Bipolar Disorder is characterized by the occurrence of one or more Major Depressive Episodes accompanied by at least one Manic Episode."  Bit vague, yes? Okay, so what defines a depressive episode and a manic episode?

Depression can involve:

  • Changes in Activity or Energy Level (decreased energy, fatigue, lethargy, diminshed activity, insomnia/hypersomnia, loss of interest in pleasurable activities, social withdrawal)
  • Physical Changes (unexplained aches/pains, weight loss/gain, decreased/increased appetite, psychomotor agitation/retardation)
  • Emotional Pain (prolonged sadness, unexplained/uncontrollable crying, feelings of guilt, feelings of worthlessness, loss of self-esteem, despair, hopelessness, helplessness)
  • Difficult Moods (irritability, anger, worry/anxiety, pessimism, indifference, self-critical)
  • Changes in Thought Patterns (inability to concentrate, indecision, problems with memory, disorganized)
  • Preoccupation with Death (thoughts of death,suicidal ideation, feeling dead or detached)

Mania can involve:

  • Increased Energy (decreased sleep, little fatigue, increase in activities, restlessness)
  • Speech Disruptions (rapid/pressured speech, incoherent speech, clang associations)
  • Impaired Judgement (lack of insight, inappropriate humor/behaviour, impulsive behaviour, financial extravagance, grandiose thinking)
  • Increased/decreased sexuality (inappropriate sexual behaviour)
  • Changes in Thought Pattern (distractibility, creative thinking, flight of ideas, disorientation, disjointed thinking, racing thoughts)
  • Changes in Mood (irritability, excitability, hostility, feelings of exhilaration)
  • Changes in Perception (inflated self-esteem, hallucinations, delusions, paranoia, increased religious activities)

Now, I know some of those things are very clinical in speak like suicide ideation (thoughts of committing suicide). In reference to me, I describe my suicidal tendencies as either being actively suicidal or inactive. When I'm actively suicidal, I'm looking for ways to kill myself. I've got plans. I'm looking for methods. I've got the pictures laid out in my head. When I'm inactive suicidal, I'm just preoccupied with death. I just am tired of life and want to be dead. I'm tired of life and trying. I'm not actually looking for method or wanting to remove myself. Just wanting to not exist.

Remember that these symptoms are just some of what can be present in bipolar. What gets difficult is when clinicians/professionals have to diagnose a bipolar. There are more than one type of bipolar disorder. And because of the symptoms and the varying degrees of bipolar there are symptoms that fall in episodes other than mania and depression (hypomania, mixed episodes).

There are three types of bipolar: Bipolar I, Bipolar II, and Cyclothmic Disorder. A person will be "assigned" a diagnosis based upon the frequency of their episodes and the intensity  of each.Frequency and intensity are neat little nuances (note the sarcasm) about bipolar. We have rapid cyclers, ultra-rapid cyclers, ultra-ultra rapid cyclers and so on and so on which refer to the speed in which a person moves through episodes.Then we have the definition of episodes themselves which can be full blown mania or hypomania (milder form of mania) or a mixed episode which has components of both mania AND depression.

On top of having an affective disorder (mood disorder), many bipolars will self-medicate using drugs and alcohol which leads to chemical dependency and rehab. I also know many a bipolar including myself that have been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder in conjunction with bipolar because of relationship issues (should we discuss Mrs. Devine right now?!...by the way, I don't agree with the BPD diagnosis for myself. I may have some codependent ways. I have trust issues. BUT  if I would get rid of the cancer that is my mother and work on my self-esteem then things would be much better in that arena. Maybe the docs have a point but I don't want to say yes...but I digress).

Bipolar has been treated a various of ways. Traditionally the most famous med is Lithium which involves monthly blood tests to test toxicity levels. Medication is probably the most important friend to a bipolar. Giving a person a level mental and emotional playing field is probably one the best guarantees that he/she will be able to function in his/her daily life. Mood stabilizers like lithium are at the top of a bipolar's list. Amazingly most of the meds used to treat bipolar have first been developed to treat epilepsy, and most bipolars including myself become guinea pigs for the new meds in the bipolar world. Other than lithium, all my mood stabilizers including my current one, Topamax started out as such. On top of the stabilizer, a bipolar may take a host of number of other meds: anti-depressants (starting a new one today, Zoloft), sleeping meds, anti-psychotics, narcotics, etc, etc, etc. And a new fad which was very popular decaded ago that is coming back is electroshock therapy (eh, my memory is entirely too important to me, wouldn't do it). Finally, I wouldn't recommend doing anything without seeking psychotherapy. Talking to a professional is important. Just maintaining the physical part of the illness is not going to get any bipolar through it. I believe in treating any illness/disease entirely. The body isn't separated into individual components. It works together so treating all of the system as one functioning unit heals the whole of it. And bipolars have to do the same especially since so many of us have problems maintaining relationships, jobs, stabile lives within the parameters of the law.

I'm going to stop because my mind is rambling now. I can't focus all the thoughts within it. I've had a bad couple of days and I've reached my limit on this subject for right now. I just wanted to introduce this to you. It's important to me....and I swear to GOD I'm going to stab this fucking guy next to me if he doesn't stop making all this fucking noise....eh! Off the point, sorry. I struggle. I don't think many of you know how severe. I think those that talk to me on a regular basis know but still you haven't see me at my worst. You've spoken to me when I'm still coherent and can answer the phone or dial a number. You haven't dealt with me when my arms are jerking away from my body or when I'm pacing the floor and I'm talking in tongues...I'm not joking or being sarcastic. You haven't seen me when I've grabbed the knife or when my body has started convulsing. My worst moments that you have experienced with me are when I'm still capable of talking to you.

The last couple of days have been brought about because of stress. Episodes can happen because of that. Moods fluctuate with no rhyme or reason. They also occur because of situations. I'm worried about a new job. On top of that I've been dealing with some depression and I could tell my meds were needing an adjustment for a bit of time now...just ignored it for a while.

SO what have I been feeling?

Physically my heart feels like it's going to explode. It feels like it's racing a thousand miles a minute. Then it feels like it skips a beat. I feel like it's going to force itself from my chest and burst. My legs want stop bouncing. My hands and fingers keep moving sometimes I find them clenching and unclenching, sometimes just shaking, sometimes just wiggling. I want to race. I want to actually run a marathon. I feel inspired to run the Iron Man even though I can't physically run the 50 yard dash without getting winded. I'm exhausted and feel like lead but restless. I want to punch everyone just so I can get into a fight. I want to feel physical. I want to feel that release of endorphins. Emotionally, I feel evil. I want to make people cry. I want to cry. I feel like I'm burst out into tears without cause right now. I feel hopeless. I feel like I could write a best selling novel but I feel like I'm the shit of the earth. I feel like I'm smarter than every single one of you out there and honestly, your opinion is shit to me. I think less of all of you. But I feel worth not one single iota of your time or patience or love.  I want to go swimming. I want to sleep all day. I want to be in a coma and never wake up. I want to steal a belt from the store. I want kill myself. I want dig up my back yard and plant a garden. I want to call my mother up and just cry. I want to hate right now. I want to dress in my best clothes and flirt with a beautiful man and just be adored. My back aches. I miss Emma and I weep that she's in school right now. I don't want to talk to anyone. I wish I didn't exist. I want to see my blood. I want sushi. I want to take roll after roll of pictures of random people and places. I want to clean my house. And now suddenly moments later....I feel none of that. I feel unreal. I feel like a dream.

I have had more than five significant mood swings today. I've been awake since 6 am and it's now 12:40. THIS, my friends is daily life for me. By the time I speak to many of you or write something or function, I've probably already had at least two.

Remember: Don't neglect your mental health. MIND YOUR HEALTH!

04 May 2005

Mental Health Month

It's that time of year again. Just a reminder that May is Mental Health Month. I'm going to sound a little like a public service announcement for a moment, but it's important.

Please. Please. Please. I ask. I beg you. If you or someone you know is struggling, take the time to talk to your physician. You don't need to go immediately to a mental health counselor. Start with your primary care physician. Start with your urologist or gynecologist. Start with your child's pediatrician or your podiatrist. Mention it to someone in the medical practice and they can help you. They'll direct you to the people who can help.

If you don't feel comfortable at the doctor's office, talk to your clergy. Call the toll free numbers in the phone book for the crisis line. Call one of the local hospitals.

It sounds hokey but it's worth the two seconds it takes to say something. The feelings can be temporary. The emotional issues may be a temporary illness or episode or you can be suffering from a debilitating illness that can be COMBATTED with the right therapies. DON'T let mental health cripple you. It's not worth losing life over. It's not losing your life over.

The stigma is harsh but not coping with life is harsher. Suicide is worse. Those who pass judgement are not worth your beautiful soul. So, please take the time to get help for yourself or that person you know that needs it. We don't neglect our eyesight. We shouldn't neglect our mindsight.

Thank you.

A Triple Dog Dare on a Tomato Day

note: my words folder has been neglected for several days so I must become a good linguaphile and use all of my word-a-days up. This post is a direct result of my abuse of my poor, sad email filtering system.

Got a job working at the EvaR Movies. Funny thing is that I'll be one of the few adults who has been alive longer than two decades working there....yes, I'll be working with a LARGE amount of teenagers and young college students. I go in tonight to fill out paper work.

Little stressed already because I'm worried about finding some help with Em during the evenings. Called my cousin, supplicating for her help. She said she would be more than happy to help during the weekends if she and her family have no plans. I just need someone during the week to help with the evening pickup if I'm at work past 6pm. Eh! I'm trying to not be pessimistic. Childcare and support. Gordian feats in my life. Always seem to be.

I need the job (and the mammon) so I wasn't going to turn it down. I've submitted my resume to so many freakin places and have had interview after interview. I'm ready to work. DAMNNABBIT! That's right. I said damnNABBIT! I'm so frustrated that I'm letting the south get to me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to traduce the south or the southern people in anyway. My child is a natural southern. Born in Memphis. Raised in the south. So, I jest.....mostly.

I've been depressed slightly. Feeling overwhelmed and a bit hopeless. Trying to combat it. Not letting the bitches of my illness and situation gorgonise me into my usual suicidal tendencies. I will overcome because I always do. I find a way. I am Naomi....synonymous with labile (and no, I did not just refer to my labia. Get your head out of my vagina...unless you are a talented lover and have references that will extol your gifts....then....PROCEED!).

I keep thinking about moving back to Tennessee where I know my sister would be happy to help. I have Carrie there so I would be entirely ahead of where I am now in the support department, but I can't do it. Not trying to be intransigent. Really I'm not. Ok, you're asking who the hell would I be compromising with. Not a matter of who but with what. I would be compromising my ideas. I can't keep running to another location. Another state. Packing up my child. Packing up our lives. Moving again. Having my difficulties chase us again and again. I can't do it. I want to make things work in one place for a length of time. I want to give that to Em. I want to give it to me, so I guess I am being intransigent. It's important to me to be stable especially since I don't feel it within most of the time.

Moving on...We are the proud owners of two turtles. Steph was getting rid of them, and I said I would take them. Oy Vey! Yes, I like them but the number of animals in my house is increasing. Sophie, one of our cats is pregnant. I've thought so in the past with thankfully being proven wrong, but unfortunately the wanker is getting fat in her obviously growing midsection. Her teets are beginning to protrude. The bitch tricked me the last time she was in heat. She went through her wails for her week that she normally does it or however long she is in heat (no, she's not fixed. NO MONEY, folks!) Well, I thought she was done. For days she was no longer wailing like a banshee. She paltered me into letting her out. She was beating up Veruca and Jolie. She's a meanie when she doesn't get out every now and then. Well, she went out and got herself preggers. And of course, her babies' daddy is no where to be seen. Pusillanimous bugger! (I'd go on and animadvert how it's a reflection of a certain man in...ahem!...my child's life but I'll remain silent). Now I've got to find homes for the little things once they are born and weaned.

Sophie is bugging the hell out of all of us and whining to get out. She's absolute hell to live with right now. Mean as a mothafuck! Either she or Veruca knocked over plants on the bookcase next to the widow. Soil, detritus, and plant everywhere.

Anyone want a cat? Kitten in a few months? Perpend my offer. Free.

... Get this! This lady just came in here and just tried to kick our asses off the computers. She doesn't work here. Um, yeah. Right. I told her that we're not moving until one of the librarians come and tell us it's time to go. Not happening. Keep moving and may your day be one of inermagicsuperfradgacalyisticexdealadociosness!

Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
So when the cat has got your tongue
There's no need for dismay
Just summon up this word And then you've got a lot to say
But better use it carefully Or it may change your life
One night I said it to me girl
And now me girl's my wife!
She's supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

(That one was for Carrie!)

There's more to write about but I've met my goal. Used all my words and it's in time for me to head on downstairs to check out the CDs. Then off to do my paperwork. I actually am excited about working at the movie theater. I wouldn't have applied there if I wasn't serious about working there. I wanted the job. I mean....who would pass up free movies. FREE MOVIES! FREE CURRENT MOVIES ALL THE FUCKING TIME!!! Aren't you all jealous?! Don't you want to be me?! At least want to hang out with me and use me and shit like that?! hee hee

(doing the Cabbage Patch) I get to watch the movies. For Free. All the time. I get to eat the nachos and drink the Coca-Cola. I get to eat the Milk Duds. Woo Hoo!