The nurse in me and the patient in me are frequently in conflict. I do take a lot of medicines. I hear about it from different people, Rick, my parents, my kids. In fact, its kind of embarrassing at times. So, after awhile, I start doubting. Do I really need all these meds? People don't really understand how complicated the illness is. Most people with BPD need to be on a myriad of meds to achieve stability. I am one of those people. But dang! I hate taking them. The nurse in me says, "don't be an idiot, of course you need your meds" the patient in me says " You're on so much. You're doing fine, maybe you don't need so much." So, I have this conflict inside of me all the time.
Recently, since I am an expert and all, I decided I was going to taper some of my meds (without Dr. Jobson's permission) again. I know better. Every time I do it, I get the same result but I had to try. I mean, I am doing so well. The result of this little experiment... not good. I became mean, sad, frustrated. Laughing one minute, yelling the next. And I just felt anxious and foggy and just out of sorts. I guess I do still need it.*lightbulb!* And I am discouraged about that. I know it is a lifelong illness but I was just hoping that I would be one of the 10% that get better. Most people with bipolar do what I did over and over throughout their lives. Usually for the same reasons. Its just hard to believe that you're ill when you're doing so well.
Now, after 2 days back on my regular doses, I feel fantastic. When am I going to learn?
I think going through this time and time again, I have become a better nurse and that's a plus. Now, if only I could just be a better patient! I will work on that.
Have a very happy Friday tomorrow!