I've been hiding under my rock these past 2 weeks or so. At least, I think that's what I'm doing. My husband has recieved an alarming lab results and tests that followed confirmed the dreaded diagnosis. Even though, we both knew this disease will remain chronic it could go from terminal to treatable. Both of us being nurses, you can imagine where our fears headed. The diagnostic process has taken a few weeks for a confirmed answer.
So, I settled in to grip the handle bars as tightly as I could fearing I would spiral into my traditional meham. But, meham never came, my treatment plan for my illness managed to keep me steady, comforting, and an encouraged supporter.
Signs of sadness and feeling low, and teary has understandably been intermittent. I made extra appts with my "barber"/therapist to ensure I was remaining stable.
I needed to ensure as my attention was completely away from myself and focused on my husband, I wouldn't want to include madness in his time of need.
Yesterday, came the affirmation of diagnosis and although, it wasn't a poor prognosis, it was the same diagnosis with a possible better outcome.
I managed to stay balanced in a natural state of mind and hope I remain so.
I'm taking my step in courage and peering my head out to continue social networking for awareness and support.
Dx'd Bipolar Type 1
Laminctal 200mg qhs
Cymbalta 60 mg qd
Seroquel 50-100mg qhs