Bipolar Check-in #75

I had a fight with my sister today. It's gotten to be too much. I did kind of apologize to her at the end, but really I'm not happy with the situation and am worried how things will progress when I leave the US. And yet I want to go home (to CZ) so much! I worry about her, which is part of the problem. I feel nothing I can do will change anything. Long story!

She and I went to see an art auction house representative today. I became shocked that she became frantically hyper at one point. I had to tell her when we were alone that she was, and that she needed to calm it. She said some very embarrassing things, despite. She was out of her element. Anyway, it's over. I fear the painting will likely perish in the future.

Tomorrow is my birthday. Another May gal here! After a complete breakdown, Hubby said he will take me to the shore tomorrow. I will forego seeing my sister. I told her we'd see each other the day after. I need a break! I yearn for the sea breezes and sounds...the sun on my shoulders...walking hand in hand with my Love in the sand...and a nice seafood lunch. Plus a long look across the Atlantic towards home! Only days after we finally reach that place will be our 25th wedding anniversary.

So, I finally, at long freaking last, had my gastroenterology appointment today. It's bonkers that they scheduled this nearly a year ago, but here we are.

Part of my physical health issues revolve around a one-in-a-million genetic disorder that can affect my entire body, but particularly involve my GI tract. Think tumors, growths and the like. So, the doc scheduled a colonoscopy for me, something I've had the dubious pleasure of having semi-regularly since 19. Besides that, he got in contact with an oncologist (since this genetic disorder also carries an increased risk of cancers at a much younger age) to see if they would act as a care coordinator for the various doctors and specialists.

On a more immediate note, I've got to figure something out to address this reflux. Again, there's no obvious trigger other than laying flat in bed. Probably gonna have to find a way to sleep propped up for a while. The GI doc wants me to double up on the Prilosec my PCP prescribed for a month and see how that fares. Just gotta find a happy medium!

On a fun note, I'm revisiting a book that I've loved since childhood, Matilda. I saw and loved the movie with Danny Devito back in the day and the same for the recent musical. It seemed like time!

@Soupe du jour Happy Birthday 🎁🎂🎊🎉🎈

Happy happy birthday to you and many more!
bizi

@Soupe du jour:

H@pPy BiRtHd@Y!!!

Happy Birthday @Soupe du jour!

The Seroquel didn't work last night, I got up at 230am, so about 4 hours of sleep.

I'm only taking 25mg, maybe I need more? This dose worked for me in the past but I guess things have changed.

Also tactile hallucinations are up along with anxiety. I'm seeing shadows in the corner of my vision. What a pain.

I can feel your sleeping pain! I know for me I need to take 100mg of seroquel in order for it to make me sleepy. Anything lower and it doesn't work. You probably just need to up your dose!

Good luck!

Novel writing is like running a marathon, whereas a short story is like a sprint. You have to keep the momentum going for 60000+ words! So don't worry about it going slowly

Sigh. I have to shave my legs too. Really don't feel like it! Lol

Happy Birthday! and Happy Anniversary in advance!!!

You can raise the head of your bed by putting wooden blocks under the feet, but obviously too high and you will slide off the bed. Also, you can use a foam bolster to raise your head and shoulders.


I used a combination of these when I had bad reflux. I raised the head of the bed and also used a bolster pillow. It really helped! I hope something works for you.

Happy Birthday @Soupe du jour !!!

I'm worried about my husband

Poor guy has been vomiting on and off for hours. He gets this about once or twice a year, where he vomits all day and then it finally stops. His doctor thinks it's some kind of migraine, but migraine meds don't help. There's also something called Cyclic Vomiting Syndrome, that I think he might have.

I actually injected him with an anti-nausea med (it was prescribed and the pharmacist showed me how). I'd never injected anyone so that was a bit scary, and then it did nothing even though I'm pretty sure I did it right (I also watched a YouTube video with a nurse showing how to inject into a muscle).

He also takes Gravol suppositories. I'm honestly not sure if anything works but he eventually stops vomiting.

Once we went to hospital after it went on for 10 hours, and they put him on an IV to rehydrate him and give him more nausea meds. He doesn't want to go to hospital but we will have to if this keeps up.

It's so weird, like a "vomit" switch is clicked in his brain and won't turn off, even though he's retching nothing. It takes him several days to recover, and he's been in a bad way mentally lately. He doesn't know anyone except his brother in our new city, and he was learning guitar but had to stop because of tendonitis (for now at least) so he's bored.

I just hope it stops soon.

I don't feel good. But I don't think I can do anything except wait it out. My GI doctor called me today and set up a follow up ER appointment for the 26th. Maybe if I lose enough weight she'll freak out and do something sooner then August. I ate some stuff for breakfast but then I felt sick after some noodles and that was mid morning. Since then I've been able to stomach watermelon and thats it. Right now I'm watching some super old Nickeloden game show called Legends Of The Hidden Temple. Its kind of annoying but it was the least anxiety provoking thing semi interesting thing I could find. Idk. I just feel kind of sad and sick today.

Husband finally stopped vomiting and had some water, then I made him a smoothie with fruit and yogurt. His temperature was normal the whole time.

We have to get rid of our car. I was doing really well about it until my dad called. They don't understand not being able to walk far makes me feel so broken. I'm going to be more trapped in the house. This isn't fair. We've done everything right and we're still getting screwed. Now I'm home alone which I don't do well with until who knows when while the boys walk to the impound to try and get the car back. Spending the last of our money for the month. My world just got a whole lot smaller and I don't like it.

One of my clients Daughter has Cyclic Vomiting Syndrome.
I don't think there are any meds to prevent this and she

goes to the hospital on a fairly regular basis.
It is such a retched thing to wrap your head around.

You feel so badly for him and want to help.
I feel sorry for you both.
((((((HUGS)))))
bizi

claymation movies are wonderful to watch we have several of them.

I am confused. Sorry for the confusion, they are looking for your car at the pound but your first sentence was "we have to get rid of our car"?
I am sorry for the added stress.
bizi

Thanks for all of the birthday wishes, MSF Friends.

@Samicat, thanks, too, for the anniversary wishes. I'm glad your husband's vomiting finally stopped. I certainly recommend if it happens again that he seek further help in getting to the bottom of it. I had terrible vomiting with migraines in the past, but was helped rapidly from (sumatriptan) injections. Some doctors simply quickly pick the first explanation that comes to their heads.

The situation with my sister is getting very stressful, thanks to my terrible brother-in-law. I fear he wants to jip me of some of my inheritance. That won't happen! My sister is like his pawn. Her emails and texts to me are getting aggressive and downright crazy, as well as some of her actions. It's a little better when I see her face-to-face, but then it starts up again. I fear inheritance stuff will again affect us negatively. It's so sad! It ruins relationships. Hubby urged me to take an Ativan after I said that my sister and brother-in-law would deep down wish that my plane home to Czech Republic would crash and result in my (and Hubby's) death, too.

I got accepted into the IOP program my pdoc referred me to. I start on Monday and it runs every weekday. That's going to cause problems with my gym schedule but I guess it's a trade-off.

Hopefully something good comes out of this.

I'm glad you are standing up for yourself. It would be a shame if the inheritance ruins your relationships with your siblings, but that can hopefully be mended at some point. I know several people who were cheated out of inheritances (including both my parents) by family members or close friends. In one case a woman ended up homeless because she lived with her mother and received disability, and her brother coerced the mother (who had dementia) into leaving the house to him on the agreement he would take care of his sister. I feel RATHER strongly about this issue!!!! How someone behaves with money is a true test of character I think.

@Soupe du jour - thanks for your comments about my husband. He will follow up with a different doctor. I also read that marijuana can stop vomiting (and also cause it in high, prolonged doses but that is another issue) and I read on several reputable medical sites that the brain system involved in Cyclic Vomiting Sydrome is the endocannabinoid system. Since my husband smokes a tiny amount every few days anyway (it's legal here), it seems worthwhile to try if he gets the vomiting again.

Ooooo what a day. I put out the canned goods for the mailman( we’re having an area wide food drive) took the two old vacuums to the electric goods drop off. When I got back my sister and bil were here to get all the large stuff out into the garage. Then we discovered the basement got water in it from all the rain and several of my boxes got wet. So we had to empty all the wet boxes. I’m sooo mad, a box full of expensive art books was ruined and I had to throw them out. They were closes to the water and just soaked it up. They were the books I most wanted to keep! Then my nephew and bil hauled out the big furniture. The antiques and China cabinets. Then I went though the kitchen putting out all the kitchen stuff that I don’t use. The house looks so empty now. And still I’ve not heard anything back. I’ve emailed and left messages. I’m starting to really worry that I’m going to end up homeless.