Thanks for your suggestion about the dermatologist aim.
Appreciate you taking the time to write.
I phoned the gynie yesterday, and couldn't get an appointment until July23. I told the receptionist that I would hopefully, still be alive by then. It is in an area that should definitely be seen by a gynecologist (that is who saw me in the hospital). Very delicate area
It turns out to be a moot point because the boils seem to be draining on their own. Disgusting thought but at least that problem seems to be correcting itself.
My gp referred me to a diabetes specialist, no telling when I will hear back from her. That is the one that really concerns me because I don't want to have to inject my drugs for the diabetes. Have been taking the drug meds for several years for it. The thought of having to use the needle really creeps me out. Though I am sure that I can do it.
Should get back to checking my blood sugars on my own. I ran out of test strips, and didn't have the money to get anymore. They cost about me about $1.00/test and I should be testing about 3 times a day now. So that I can give the specialist a good idea of how things are going.
Found out yesterday that my drug plan will cover a good portion of the strips, if I get a prescription from my doctor. Must admit that I am not in any big hurry to go back to see him, after my unfulfilling visit on Monday. Wondering if maybe I can go to a mediclinic and get it taken care of there. I live in Canada where we have universal medicare. That means that I can go to any doctor, for anything and I will not be charged for the visit.
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That to everyone for their interest in my situation.
I am concerned that I have been sick so often this winter. I used to be ill, so very rarely. Now it is something that comes up every month or so.
The boils are difficult to deal with, but they seem to have burst on their own. I couldn't get into the gynie until July 23. I told them that I hoped that I would still be alive by then. Just joking, but at the time they were really hurting. I take care of my elderly mother. She can't walk far, so whereever I take her, it has to be in the car. That means that I have to get in and out, frequently. At least they are seeming to get better on their own.
My gp ordered anti-biotics, but I am not sure that I am taking them as often as I should. Will try to do better in the future.
I haven't found out yet, when I go visit the diabetes nurse. Hopefully it will be soon so I can get this sorted out. The thoughts are runny around my head really quickly. Need to put a stop to that.
I am concerned that I have been sick so often this winter. I used to be ill, so very rarely. Now it is something that comes up every month or so.
The boils are difficult to deal with, but they seem to have burst on their own. I couldn't get into the gynie until July 23. I told them that I hoped that I would still be alive by then. Just joking, but at the time they were really hurting. I take care of my elderly mother. She can't walk far, so whereever I take her, it has to be in the car. That means that I have to get in and out, frequently. At least they are seeming to get better on their own.
My gp ordered anti-biotics, but I am not sure that I am taking them as often as I should. Will try to do better in the future.
I haven't found out yet, when I go visit the diabetes nurse. Hopefully it will be soon so I can get this sorted out. The thoughts are runny around my head really quickly. Need to put a stop to that.
Monty my dear,
I have been in the bottom of a pit for several days, hence, no communication. I am sorry I do this, but I do it.
But be assured that until I write you saying I am no longer here, that I am still here. Just not communicating.
Now, by the time you've read this letter, you should've been looked at by at least two doctors. I'd be interested in an update.
Are you over-stressed? Is there something that is bothering you more than usual? That could explain your flare-up. Perhaps a round of deep relaxation exercises (sort of a mutually exclusive phrase there) could help you. It sounds strikingly like my husband when he is overstressed and is not talking about it - he gets little physical problems that take up all his attention, but could be alleviated by facing them, and fighting them with a round of things that make him feel good, and alive, again. We go for rides in the car - we live in a beautiful place - and we read the same books, so we can have fun discussing them. Except that it's usually him explaining to me what the hell happened in the last book, since my memory and attention span are shot to ribbons.
But we find ways to let off the pressure. It sounds like something like that would do you some good. At least get out and away from your daily drudge for a while.
The thing about antibiotics is that you have to take ALL of the prescription or all it does is help your body build a tolerance to it. By taking a little, it works like a vaccine; strengtening your immunity to it. But if you take all of it, it knocks out the infection before it gets a chance to get tough. It is imperative that you take all that the doc gave you, and in the manner he has prescribed; every day at a certain time or whatever. You don't want your body to start building a tolerance to it.
I know you know all this. We that have to go through these horrendous illnesses learn a lot, much to the dismay of our doctors who would love to keep it a secret so there is never the worry of a malpractice suit.
So tell me how you are, and what the doc said, and how many minutes he gave you, and then go outside and look up at the sky or the clouds or the stars and just think about them; how beautiful they are. Don't think about anything else.
Just lie in starlight, and let it gently rain down on you.
A5
I have been in the bottom of a pit for several days, hence, no communication. I am sorry I do this, but I do it.
But be assured that until I write you saying I am no longer here, that I am still here. Just not communicating.
Now, by the time you've read this letter, you should've been looked at by at least two doctors. I'd be interested in an update.
Are you over-stressed? Is there something that is bothering you more than usual? That could explain your flare-up. Perhaps a round of deep relaxation exercises (sort of a mutually exclusive phrase there) could help you. It sounds strikingly like my husband when he is overstressed and is not talking about it - he gets little physical problems that take up all his attention, but could be alleviated by facing them, and fighting them with a round of things that make him feel good, and alive, again. We go for rides in the car - we live in a beautiful place - and we read the same books, so we can have fun discussing them. Except that it's usually him explaining to me what the hell happened in the last book, since my memory and attention span are shot to ribbons.
But we find ways to let off the pressure. It sounds like something like that would do you some good. At least get out and away from your daily drudge for a while.
The thing about antibiotics is that you have to take ALL of the prescription or all it does is help your body build a tolerance to it. By taking a little, it works like a vaccine; strengtening your immunity to it. But if you take all of it, it knocks out the infection before it gets a chance to get tough. It is imperative that you take all that the doc gave you, and in the manner he has prescribed; every day at a certain time or whatever. You don't want your body to start building a tolerance to it.
I know you know all this. We that have to go through these horrendous illnesses learn a lot, much to the dismay of our doctors who would love to keep it a secret so there is never the worry of a malpractice suit.
So tell me how you are, and what the doc said, and how many minutes he gave you, and then go outside and look up at the sky or the clouds or the stars and just think about them; how beautiful they are. Don't think about anything else.
Just lie in starlight, and let it gently rain down on you.
A5
Thanks for the encouragment a5. I very much appreciate it.
Sorry that things haven't been going well for you lately. I do miss when I don't see any postings from you, but want you to build up your strength before posting to the forum.
I haven't received any more information on the medical side of things. I have an appointment with the gynie on July 23. I will probably phone and cancel the appointment because the boils seem to have drained.
I haven't heard from the diabetic specialist yet. We have universal medicare here, so there is a huge drain on the system. Lots of people trying to access a system, the just can't handle the numbers. If you need any kind of orthopedic surgery, you must wait years to get into surgery.
Decided that I had better improve in my taking of the anti-biotics. Since yesterday I think that I have taken all of the ones that I need to take. I do not too bad when I am supposed to take drugs, three times a day. When it comes to needing a fourth dose, does confuse things for me. I think that it is probably because I have done the 3 times/ day for so many years that fourth just slips my mind.
Also doesn't help that I have to take the anti-biotic, an hour before I eat, or two hours afterward. My meals aren't on that regular a schedule so I think that throws me off also.
I do have to deal with a lot of stress in my life. After I separated from my kid's dad in 2006, I moved in with my elderly mother. At that time she didn't need much assistance.
Much has changed over the course of the three years since then. She is dependant on me for pretty well everything. We have many conversations a day on where we are, she even forgot the year that my dad died. Things are slipping very quickly, and due to many reasons (no helped by the fact that I have a brother that lives within 10 blocks of mom).
I try to take her out every afternoon. It seems to go better when we aren't at home. She is unable to walk very well anymore so it means that she has to take my arm, and we walk very slowly. That is ok with me, except for the fact that she won't get a walker, which would make her life (and mine) so much easier.
Enough of my complaining today. Thanks again a5, for your interest.
Sorry that things haven't been going well for you lately. I do miss when I don't see any postings from you, but want you to build up your strength before posting to the forum.
I haven't received any more information on the medical side of things. I have an appointment with the gynie on July 23. I will probably phone and cancel the appointment because the boils seem to have drained.
I haven't heard from the diabetic specialist yet. We have universal medicare here, so there is a huge drain on the system. Lots of people trying to access a system, the just can't handle the numbers. If you need any kind of orthopedic surgery, you must wait years to get into surgery.
Decided that I had better improve in my taking of the anti-biotics. Since yesterday I think that I have taken all of the ones that I need to take. I do not too bad when I am supposed to take drugs, three times a day. When it comes to needing a fourth dose, does confuse things for me. I think that it is probably because I have done the 3 times/ day for so many years that fourth just slips my mind.
Also doesn't help that I have to take the anti-biotic, an hour before I eat, or two hours afterward. My meals aren't on that regular a schedule so I think that throws me off also.
I do have to deal with a lot of stress in my life. After I separated from my kid's dad in 2006, I moved in with my elderly mother. At that time she didn't need much assistance.
Much has changed over the course of the three years since then. She is dependant on me for pretty well everything. We have many conversations a day on where we are, she even forgot the year that my dad died. Things are slipping very quickly, and due to many reasons (no helped by the fact that I have a brother that lives within 10 blocks of mom).
I try to take her out every afternoon. It seems to go better when we aren't at home. She is unable to walk very well anymore so it means that she has to take my arm, and we walk very slowly. That is ok with me, except for the fact that she won't get a walker, which would make her life (and mine) so much easier.
Enough of my complaining today. Thanks again a5, for your interest.
((((a5)))) So glad you are back, but so sorry that you are down. 
We are all here for you...
((((Monty)))) May I make a suggestion? Can you set some type of alarm to remind you of your medication? Stop watch? Wrist watch? Cell phone? They all have alarms, and just might be a good reminder for you.
Lovely ladies... sit down, breathe, and always remember how special you truly are.
We are all here for you...
((((Monty)))) May I make a suggestion? Can you set some type of alarm to remind you of your medication? Stop watch? Wrist watch? Cell phone? They all have alarms, and just might be a good reminder for you.
Lovely ladies... sit down, breathe, and always remember how special you truly are.
Since a5 reminded me of the fact that I need to run the full course fo the treatments with anti-biotics (I know better because I have been on them many times before) I have been trying to be more vigilant in taking them on time.
I have been taking a pretty vigorous regime of drugs for more than 20 years. I have always been very med compliant and very rarely (maybe once every 2-3 months) miss my dosages. I take about 13 pills a day. What throws me off when it comes to the anti-biotics is that I have to take them 4 times a day.
It is an added problem with these ones because I am supposed to take them, either an hour before I eat, or two hours after I eat. With all the tummy troubles that I have had lately, my schedule for eating is just gone out the window.
I am trying to do better. Mind you I should be out of anit-biotics by tomorrow and I still have several left in the bottle. I have an appointment with my gp tomorrow , so I will tell him what has been going on.
After a weekend of very wet weather, we are having a beautiful day here today. Am looking forward to going to a friend's house, and a group of us are going to have a bbq. Our group meets every Tuesday night and I try to make sure that I take a break from being with mom, and go out for some fun with my friends. They are a nice group of women and usually an evening with them, means for a lot of laughs with good friends. The kind that you don't have to edit the thoughts coming out of your mouth. Know they are on my side forever.
Just like you guys.
I have been taking a pretty vigorous regime of drugs for more than 20 years. I have always been very med compliant and very rarely (maybe once every 2-3 months) miss my dosages. I take about 13 pills a day. What throws me off when it comes to the anti-biotics is that I have to take them 4 times a day.
It is an added problem with these ones because I am supposed to take them, either an hour before I eat, or two hours after I eat. With all the tummy troubles that I have had lately, my schedule for eating is just gone out the window.
I am trying to do better. Mind you I should be out of anit-biotics by tomorrow and I still have several left in the bottle. I have an appointment with my gp tomorrow , so I will tell him what has been going on.
After a weekend of very wet weather, we are having a beautiful day here today. Am looking forward to going to a friend's house, and a group of us are going to have a bbq. Our group meets every Tuesday night and I try to make sure that I take a break from being with mom, and go out for some fun with my friends. They are a nice group of women and usually an evening with them, means for a lot of laughs with good friends. The kind that you don't have to edit the thoughts coming out of your mouth. Know they are on my side forever.
Just like you guys.
Monty, you are just so nice. I always am happy to see a new posting from you when I finally get around to firing up my computer.
You are terribly fortunate that even with people that you don't have to edit yourself with, that you probably don't even have to edit yourself anyway. Not like me. I can say the most incredibly stupid things at the most incredibly wrong times. I should get an award.
You sound pretty happy. Did the antibiotics work? Brad and I have those pill boxes that have a compartment for every day of the week and I have one for four times each day. When I was taking a bunch of time-sensitive pills, that thing was perfect. I can not remember what I've taken, or when I took it. Maybe one of those would be good for you.
Well, off to the next catagory.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
A5
You are terribly fortunate that even with people that you don't have to edit yourself with, that you probably don't even have to edit yourself anyway. Not like me. I can say the most incredibly stupid things at the most incredibly wrong times. I should get an award.
You sound pretty happy. Did the antibiotics work? Brad and I have those pill boxes that have a compartment for every day of the week and I have one for four times each day. When I was taking a bunch of time-sensitive pills, that thing was perfect. I can not remember what I've taken, or when I took it. Maybe one of those would be good for you.
Well, off to the next catagory.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
A5
a5,
Always look forward to your message too.
I am just about done the anti-biotics. After your note, I picked up the pace and made sure that I took them on time. Thanks for your interest.
I have had to use my editor in my head for a lot of years. I lived in a small town for most of my adult life. Believe me, having a bipolarII diagnosis, and living in a town that had less than 60 people was quite a challenge. I got to the fact that I was pretty well scared of my own shadow. I said nothing, and when I did I would go home, and go over and over it, wondering if I said the right or the wrong thing.
What made the difference to me was that I moved to a larger center about September of 2006. Going from a place that had 60 to a place with 250,000 certainly eased my mind a lot.
When in the small town, everyone knew everything about everyone. I was quite sick. That was bad enough but I had children and didn't want them shunned because of my illnesses.
I also was fortunate to make some good friends and they were very accepting of me. Aurelia, I wish that you could have the same experience as I do now, where I can just let myself go. I keep that wish in my thoughts for you.
I used to be terrible in remembering to take my pills. Then I got a dosette and find that it is much easier now. At least I remember my morning and nighttime pills. Though I have often found that in the nighttime that I end up taking my morning pills (of that morning) at the same time.
Say hi to Brad from me, hope all is going well with him.
Always look forward to your message too.
I am just about done the anti-biotics. After your note, I picked up the pace and made sure that I took them on time. Thanks for your interest.
I have had to use my editor in my head for a lot of years. I lived in a small town for most of my adult life. Believe me, having a bipolarII diagnosis, and living in a town that had less than 60 people was quite a challenge. I got to the fact that I was pretty well scared of my own shadow. I said nothing, and when I did I would go home, and go over and over it, wondering if I said the right or the wrong thing.
What made the difference to me was that I moved to a larger center about September of 2006. Going from a place that had 60 to a place with 250,000 certainly eased my mind a lot.
When in the small town, everyone knew everything about everyone. I was quite sick. That was bad enough but I had children and didn't want them shunned because of my illnesses.
I also was fortunate to make some good friends and they were very accepting of me. Aurelia, I wish that you could have the same experience as I do now, where I can just let myself go. I keep that wish in my thoughts for you.
I used to be terrible in remembering to take my pills. Then I got a dosette and find that it is much easier now. At least I remember my morning and nighttime pills. Though I have often found that in the nighttime that I end up taking my morning pills (of that morning) at the same time.
Say hi to Brad from me, hope all is going well with him.
Monty
What's a dosette?
A town with only 60 people. That would be a nightmare unless you were really good at manipulating them.
Glad we heard from Ken. I guess I nagged enough.
Brad got a job from one of the people he met in his forum. She sent three really old maps. He feels good enough now with the Fentanyl that he can do little framing jobs.
I'm STILL waiting to hear from the Social Security people. The guy told me it takes around two months after your hearing to find out. That was on the 19th of May. I'm getting very antsy.
A5
What's a dosette?
A town with only 60 people. That would be a nightmare unless you were really good at manipulating them.
Glad we heard from Ken. I guess I nagged enough.
Brad got a job from one of the people he met in his forum. She sent three really old maps. He feels good enough now with the Fentanyl that he can do little framing jobs.
I'm STILL waiting to hear from the Social Security people. The guy told me it takes around two months after your hearing to find out. That was on the 19th of May. I'm getting very antsy.
A5
a5,
I think that you have referred, to what I call a dosette, in one of your earlier postings. It is just a big box, with 28 little boxes. Seven days, 4 containers a day.
I am very med compliant, but still have trouble remembering my pills. It all catches up with me by the end of the day. I am not just taking pills in the am, and at bedtime. If I discover that I haven't taken my morning pills, when I go to take them at bedtime. I just take them all at once. I have a terrible problem with acid reflux, and take pantaloc (which is the only med for that problem that has worked) in the morning. If I don't take it before I go to bed at night I might end up with a laryngospasm.
The acid comes up from my gut, and up the throat all the way to the larynx. Instinctively the larynx goes to close, to protect itself.
Now I have been told many, many times (by drs. who haven't experience one) that I will not choke to death. At the time it is hard to believe because I can't get in enough air. If I get too upset it just harder and harder to breathe.
I have no idea how I got off on that tangent when we were talking about dosettes.
It is great that you found the forums, and we got a chance to find you. It is just great that the forums also played a part in getting Brad some work. Please congratulate him for me.
It was a challenge to live in such a small town. Manipulating is not one of my strong suits. It was the kind of environment, that you didn't like everyone in town, but you were all in it together. Learned to be nice to people that I didn't particularly like. Good practice in sharpening up social skills.
There are a few people that I speak to from there. For now I regard it as being, one of my many past lives.
Take care everyone, I think that I will head off to bed. See if, this week, I can find the right mix for my sleeping meds. Having trouble with my gp. Has me quite worried, but I will get into that another day.
I think that you have referred, to what I call a dosette, in one of your earlier postings. It is just a big box, with 28 little boxes. Seven days, 4 containers a day.
I am very med compliant, but still have trouble remembering my pills. It all catches up with me by the end of the day. I am not just taking pills in the am, and at bedtime. If I discover that I haven't taken my morning pills, when I go to take them at bedtime. I just take them all at once. I have a terrible problem with acid reflux, and take pantaloc (which is the only med for that problem that has worked) in the morning. If I don't take it before I go to bed at night I might end up with a laryngospasm.
The acid comes up from my gut, and up the throat all the way to the larynx. Instinctively the larynx goes to close, to protect itself.
Now I have been told many, many times (by drs. who haven't experience one) that I will not choke to death. At the time it is hard to believe because I can't get in enough air. If I get too upset it just harder and harder to breathe.
I have no idea how I got off on that tangent when we were talking about dosettes.
It is great that you found the forums, and we got a chance to find you. It is just great that the forums also played a part in getting Brad some work. Please congratulate him for me.
It was a challenge to live in such a small town. Manipulating is not one of my strong suits. It was the kind of environment, that you didn't like everyone in town, but you were all in it together. Learned to be nice to people that I didn't particularly like. Good practice in sharpening up social skills.
There are a few people that I speak to from there. For now I regard it as being, one of my many past lives.
Take care everyone, I think that I will head off to bed. See if, this week, I can find the right mix for my sleeping meds. Having trouble with my gp. Has me quite worried, but I will get into that another day.
Hi Monty~
Have you tried Prilosec? It is not a regular fast-acting antacid, it works on the cellular level, and you take one a day and it will keep you from getting reflux after about 4 days. I used to have reflux so bad that I had to sleep with my head up, which is rough, since I can only sleep laying down.
Another thing I do is I have one of those beautiful little cans that those fine little French candies come in, with a few of every pill I have to take, keep it with me all the time, and when I suddenly remember one that I forgot to take, I take it right then, before I have a chance to forget it again on my way to the bathroom to find them. Convoluted writing, I know. But you can probably get the idea.
I know that spasm you're talking about. I get it when I've had some oxycodone and then for whatever reason, start to cry. I can't get the air in. It's pretty scary. Actually, it's REAL scary. Yeah, and the doctors that tell you you aren't experiencing something. Out of sight, out of mind. I've gotten to the poing that when one of those a--ho--s looks down his nose at me and talks to me in a degagrading way, I just give it right back and tell him flat out that he's wrong. Boy, they sure aren't used to that. Gets the job done though, they are so shocked, they give me whatever I am in there to get.
I told Brad that you congratulated him for getting a job over the internet and he got SOOO happy. He likes you alot because you are a real friend to me. I don't have any here. My best friend married a man her age with the brain of a seven-year-old and moved to California. She was selling my jewelry for me there for a while, but I stopped making it when we found out about Brad's cancer, and have lost touch with her. It is strange that women just don't keep in touch unless they have something in common to talk about, but men do. They can just go on for hours about nothing. Brad talks to about 5 or 6 friends he's had since he was a kid. He'll be on the phone for an hour and when he hangs up I ask what they had to say, and, predictably, he'll say: "nothing". Drives me nuts.
About you're sleeping meds. It's been my experience that the more pills I'm taking, the worse my sleep is. I currently, an for years now, come to think of it, take a .10mg Xanax, have a snack, and read until I fall asleep. Do you take naps during the day? That will screw you up. If you read, read something that is not really fun or interesting - you don't want to fight to stay awake to get to the end of a book. Also read something that you don't care if you remember it, because, as we learned in one of the psych classes on learning and memory, you will forget the 20 minutes of reading right before you fall asleep. So you have to go back and re-read it when you're awake.
I really hope you aren't, and will not take Ambien. That stuff is way too strong, it knocks you out like general anesthesia, keeps you from dreaming, and some people have not only walked around on it, but driven cars! It's dangerous as hell. An when it comes on, you better be near a bed, or you'll just drop. And then, when it wears off, you, or at least I, woke up like a gun had gone off next to my ear. It is far better to just stay up for 2 days until you can sleep with something mild, like half a Xanax, or a Valium. I've also tried melatonin, which regulates your wake/sleep patterns, and it did help me sleep, but then gave me nightmares. I hope you can start getting rid of some of the things you take and get down to just one thing. All those depressants don't help our depression, either.
I was just feeling like I was at the start of a really bad depression. When I have an overwhelming bad feeling, anxiety or terrible sadness, I have a half a Xanax and it gets rid of it. I wonder if Amy has tried that for her anxiety. It just STOPS the emotion. When I used to have a problem with rage, it was the only thing that stopped the fury. And when I feel like crying for no reason, it gets rid of that, too. I'll have to grill Amy and see if she's tried it. She's so sweet you'd never know she was fighting anxiety and anger. Either whatever she is taking is working, or she's good at controlling it. Amy dear - are you reading this? I hope so.
Blah blah blah blah
A5
Have you tried Prilosec? It is not a regular fast-acting antacid, it works on the cellular level, and you take one a day and it will keep you from getting reflux after about 4 days. I used to have reflux so bad that I had to sleep with my head up, which is rough, since I can only sleep laying down.
Another thing I do is I have one of those beautiful little cans that those fine little French candies come in, with a few of every pill I have to take, keep it with me all the time, and when I suddenly remember one that I forgot to take, I take it right then, before I have a chance to forget it again on my way to the bathroom to find them. Convoluted writing, I know. But you can probably get the idea.
I know that spasm you're talking about. I get it when I've had some oxycodone and then for whatever reason, start to cry. I can't get the air in. It's pretty scary. Actually, it's REAL scary. Yeah, and the doctors that tell you you aren't experiencing something. Out of sight, out of mind. I've gotten to the poing that when one of those a--ho--s looks down his nose at me and talks to me in a degagrading way, I just give it right back and tell him flat out that he's wrong. Boy, they sure aren't used to that. Gets the job done though, they are so shocked, they give me whatever I am in there to get.
I told Brad that you congratulated him for getting a job over the internet and he got SOOO happy. He likes you alot because you are a real friend to me. I don't have any here. My best friend married a man her age with the brain of a seven-year-old and moved to California. She was selling my jewelry for me there for a while, but I stopped making it when we found out about Brad's cancer, and have lost touch with her. It is strange that women just don't keep in touch unless they have something in common to talk about, but men do. They can just go on for hours about nothing. Brad talks to about 5 or 6 friends he's had since he was a kid. He'll be on the phone for an hour and when he hangs up I ask what they had to say, and, predictably, he'll say: "nothing". Drives me nuts.
About you're sleeping meds. It's been my experience that the more pills I'm taking, the worse my sleep is. I currently, an for years now, come to think of it, take a .10mg Xanax, have a snack, and read until I fall asleep. Do you take naps during the day? That will screw you up. If you read, read something that is not really fun or interesting - you don't want to fight to stay awake to get to the end of a book. Also read something that you don't care if you remember it, because, as we learned in one of the psych classes on learning and memory, you will forget the 20 minutes of reading right before you fall asleep. So you have to go back and re-read it when you're awake.
I really hope you aren't, and will not take Ambien. That stuff is way too strong, it knocks you out like general anesthesia, keeps you from dreaming, and some people have not only walked around on it, but driven cars! It's dangerous as hell. An when it comes on, you better be near a bed, or you'll just drop. And then, when it wears off, you, or at least I, woke up like a gun had gone off next to my ear. It is far better to just stay up for 2 days until you can sleep with something mild, like half a Xanax, or a Valium. I've also tried melatonin, which regulates your wake/sleep patterns, and it did help me sleep, but then gave me nightmares. I hope you can start getting rid of some of the things you take and get down to just one thing. All those depressants don't help our depression, either.
I was just feeling like I was at the start of a really bad depression. When I have an overwhelming bad feeling, anxiety or terrible sadness, I have a half a Xanax and it gets rid of it. I wonder if Amy has tried that for her anxiety. It just STOPS the emotion. When I used to have a problem with rage, it was the only thing that stopped the fury. And when I feel like crying for no reason, it gets rid of that, too. I'll have to grill Amy and see if she's tried it. She's so sweet you'd never know she was fighting anxiety and anger. Either whatever she is taking is working, or she's good at controlling it. Amy dear - are you reading this? I hope so.
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