Piggie Update 011016
I went and saw my psych provider again on Friday. I’m having another medication change. The medication that I have been on was causing me to have headaches and I have slept way too much but still feeling tired all the time. It was helping with the irritability though. But I’m not willing to trade problems. Because staying on the medication would mean I’d have to start increasing the dose. So, yesterday was my first day on the new medication. I didn’t notice any difference. With this new medication I have more flexibility and should start feeling right it off. But, I think I really need to come off the other medication before I can really judge the new one. The medication is being tapered down so it will be a while before I’m on just the new medication. The medication shuffle is tiring. But, I knew this was what I was getting into. And I am telling myself the same thing that I tell my patients “be patient.” And that one is hard for me. Especially in context of medications because I’d really rather not be one them at all. I’m sure that there are those of you out there that know what I mean. And know why I am doing this despite how much I loath the drugs.
I picked my new medication up in the morning yesterday so I could start it in the evening. The pharmacy didn’t open until 0900 but I got out from work at 0730. I decided to find somewhere to have some coffee and breakfast. I opened up my GPS and looked up my options. I didn’t want a food chain place so I skipped over the Time Horton’s and the Dunkin Doughnuts. I found a place called Coffee Break Cafe. I’m very glad that I went. The food was wonderful. It was something that I could see my Grandmother making. Classic Maine cooking. Brought back a lot of memories. It is a little place. Comfortable with friendly staff. There was a man who came in that had some sort of mental retardation. Apparently he wasn’t with his usual escort and when he left he didn’t pay. I was expecting an uproar as he headed out the door and I was getting ready to pay for him. But they just told him to have a good day and watched him leave. I thought that was wonderful. I think the owner of the place was also the cook.
Sometimes watching the news makes it seem like this world has only hate. My logical brain knows that it isn’t true. I know that violent crimes are going down. I know that there are thousands of projects out there dedicated to helping people in one fashion or another. And then there are people like these, doing little things to help the people around them. I believe that these little things really add up to make a better world. When someone has done a nice thing for you, it increases the odds that you will do a nice thing for someone else. It is uplifting for those of us who see the kindness too. It is a reminder why I love people and why I believe in the inherent goodness of humanity. We are doing the best that we can.
Sorry, threw in some philosophy there. Back to the topic of how my life has been…
I visited Grandmother yesterday. She’s still in the hospital and she says she will be for about 2 weeks. She’s agreed to do rehab. She’s hoping that she can get stronger so that she will be less likely to have falls. The chances of the therapy making a difference is unlikely. But it is the only possibility for reducing her fall risk. I suppose they could take another look at her medications. Her medications were reviewed about 2 years ago and adjustments were made. I’m not sure there are really any that should go away at this point. Seems the doctor is putting his bet on the therapy though. It won’t hurt her any. That makes the risk vs. benefit scale clearly in her favor. She might get stronger and is very unlikely to have an adverse outcome from it.
She is looking better than when I visited her last. I assumed that she was acting drunk because they changed her psych medications. But she was herself yesterday. That tells me that isn’t what was going on. No one adjusts to psych medications that quickly. Her IV removed. That means that her lab work is back to normal. Which suggests that it was the abnormal labs that were making her behave so oddly. I’m glad that she is feeling better. I don’t know if they changed her medications or not. But if they did, it isn’t causing her to behave like a drunk. That’s good.
I had yesterday off. I was up long enough to visit Grandmother. Other than that I slept all day. 10 hours of sleep out of the 24. Yick. I didn’t get home until about 1000 though. Then I slept until about 1800. I spent 2 hours visiting Grandmother and then I came home and went back to bed. And that’s that. I hate sleeping days away. It feels like such a waste of time!