2 posts tagged “pills”

I saw my psychiatrist yesterday... he fussed at me a little bit for skipping my Effexor for those few days.  Incidentally, that's what set off the major depressive-suicidal mood for a couple days.  We also increased my Lamictal and now I have to take Ambien every night (before it was just as needed) since I don't sleep regularly and that's probably not good for my moods.  He also said I gained 4# since my visit two weeks prior... no wonder I'm depressed!  Even my psychiatrist says I'm getting fatter. =/

One thing I -do- know... I'm very lucky to have such a good support network.  In addition to Kenny, I have 2 friends in particular who are always there for me... none of our lives are always perfect so it means a lot that they are always willing to help look after me.

Thanks, guys.

Oh, let's see... so much has been going on!  In order to combat the whole "Adrienne can't get up" thing, I am now waking up pretty much around Kenny's schedule.  Today was an exception because he woke up at 5:30, and there's just no way I could muster the willpower for that.  But, I managed to become conscious around 7:00 and that's pretty good for me. :-)  I also got a watch with an alarm clock that beeps every afternoon when it's time to take my Effexor dose and that is working out awesome!  My fear was that while I was working, I'd just silence it and then still forget to take my meds, but luckily once Larry or Arun hears the noise they make sure I've taken my pills.  My mental stability is sort of a community effort I think!

I had my urology appointment on Monday... I saw the ARNP, who was extremely nice and made me feel very comfortable.  I had to present two urine samples, one was the regular pee-in-a-cup type, and the other came straight from my bladder (read: catheter).  I don't wanna do that second bit again, it felt distinctly bizarre.  Not painful exactly, but definitely my body wanted to know what the hell was I putting it through and when was it going to stop.  Both samples are being cultured to see what sort of bacteria garden they'll grow, and I'll most likely be taking antibiotics to kill whatever it is.  Fortunately she doesn't think I have a stone or anything (yay!), our current working hypothesis is just an incredibly stubborn infection that might be hiding in a wrinkle on my bladder wall.  Something like that anyhow, it's hard to concentrate when someone has their arm up to the elbow in your naughty bits.  I'm now taking cranberry pills twice a day to try and bump any bacteria off my bladder lining, and then I'll do a long course of antibiotics to nuke everything.  She also told me I had a case of urethritis (an inflamed urethra), but I'm willing to bet that's from the giant plastic tube that got poked up there with the catheter.  I really hope that the cranberry pills and antibiotics work, because she mentioned a few other tests that we could consider if this method didn't work, and they sounded.... decidedly unpleasant.

It looks like the technician that was hired for Yulee is not coming after all, which puts me in a really uncomfortable position.  I enjoy working in Yulee, the people are nice and I get to be queen bee of the pharmacy!  The same thing would happen in Dunn Ave., but part of me is not looking forward to walking into another mess.  Both of those pharmacies were a wreck when I got there, I had Dunn all fixed up (which has since fallen apart again) and I've mostly got Yulee ironed out now.  Major downside to Yulee is the 40 mile one-way drive, but I -do- get to keep my 4 day work week.  So anyway, I can't leave Yulee unless they have another technician anyhow, and Larry is really not interested in finding someone else because he wants me to stay.  I told him I'll bail on Dunn, but I am NOT going to be the one to call and tell them... I feel guilty, though. :-(  I wish I could be in two places at once.

Mike's friend Jessicka came over last night, she seemed pretty nice.  I "cooked" dinner (courtesy of the China One right next to my work) and we all chatted while she, Mike, and Kenny played Wii and consumed a lot of wine.  There was one small thing about their friendship that made me a little uncomfortable... let me see if I can put my finger on it... oh yeah she's -married-.  Now, there's nothing wrong with having friends that are married... but he was very definitely trying to ply her with wine in the hopes of getting booty.  It's not like she's separated or seeking a divorce, she's in an unhappy marriage but she still lives with her husband and their son.  I fell asleep around 11pm, so I didn't see the progression of whatever happened, but I got the feeling she was thrilled about the male attention and kind of welcomed it.  Kenny went to bed around 1:30am, I haven't had a chance to ask him about things after I fell asleep but I'm pretty sure he would have already told me about anything untoward taking place.  I guess I'll hear from him tonight.

My other concern was that after taking down a LOT of wine, her car wasn't here in the morning.  I told Kenny to wake me up when she needed a ride home, I could have taken her and then just dropped her car off tomorrow... the couch kind of has that slept on look (all pillows piled on one side), so maybe she passed out for a few hours and then woke up when the wine had worn off.  The idea of anyone driving intoxicated is so very distasteful to me, especially when I'm in the house, have a license and car, and am completely sober.

We shall see!  It's that time of the morning when I go fish on FFXI and give the cats some attention. :-)