Slept like a bomb last night

Probably not surprising given I'd had 3 hours the previous night; plus I ingested 4 cans of Jack Daniels & coke yesterday arvo to cope with a panic attack brought on by missing Zyprexa the previous night. I gladly put the bright yellow bitter/sweet Zyprexa Zydis wafer on my tongue last night at 7.30 pm, and was in bed by 8.40, asleep with my furry doggy snoring too by 9pm. Thank god for that.

Woke at 7am as per usual today. Feel a bit fuzzy but not altogether bad. The sky is blue the wind is still: it will be 24 degrees celsius today. I don't have to troop into my old office job in the basement with little natural light and deal with the moods of my odious former co-worker (skip back before April 2011 to get a dose of her). I don't have to churn through piles of correspondence and summarise them into a dull database program after scanning them. True, I don't have the paycheck that turning up to my former work afforded me. Yet I am free. A bit lonely and bereft of people to talk to, but free.

I will walk my dog again today; she loves all the smells on the various naturestrips, trotting along happily. She goes ape with excitement if we meet someone, especially if they have a dog on a lead. Unfortunately she has no road sense and does not come when called, hence I can't yet let her off lead in a park. The walk is better than nothing though, plus I leave her outside in the front and back yards for a few hours each day. Right now she is sprawled on the brickwork in my side yard, blinking and squinting at the gentle morning sun. Dogs are great. I love dogs.

A domestic day awaits: there are chores inside and out in the garden which require attention. I can't do much else as my finances restrict me to buying (mostly) necessities and budgeting. Yet for now, that is my choice. Diana challenged me the other day that I could and should be working, at least part time. She's right. My casual work doing public speaking engagements has dried up as the year winds to a close. I quit the catalogue delivery due to it being too labour-intensive and poorly paid. So I scoured the internet before; slim pickings.

I'm searching for work as a consumer educator ideally; an expansion of what I'm already doing in speaking to the schoolkids. Nothing so far, but will hold out. If it comes to Feb/March next year (when the job market picks up again) and I'm still in my current position, I will have to be prepared to compromise; maybe even soul-destroying office work again. Or retail. Or call centres. Sigh. I know there are millions who endure such jobs who would be shaking their fist at me and yelling "You sanctimonious bitch!!!! How dare you sponge off hardworking ppl like me who pay your wage (my disability pension is funded by taxes) when you should be out there working too!!!!"

I hear ya. My conscience has been prickling since I left work, most of the time. It's time of the year like this when I really notice being out of work; like having no end-of-year break ups; having time to gradually go around the shops and carefully choose Xmas presents instead of rushing; staying calm in the chaos that major road arterials become as drivers Rush Rush Rush and the roads become clogged. No wonder people find relief when the festive season is over.

And that's not even mentioning coping with 'difficult' family members to endure on Xmas day itself! You know, the one or two you normally never see, nor ever would want to, who manage to say and/or do annoying things, especially after a drink or two. Maybe not an argument, but enough shennanigans to make one feel relief when either (a) you have all guests gone and the house to yourself again or (b) you pull away in your car from the venue when Xmas lunch or dinner was held.

Anyway I digress; being unemployed puts one out of the loop in several ways. I've had my fair share of unwinding and chilling out. Diana is right: I need to work.

I've mostly recovered from my manic/depressive cycle from the past fortnight or so. I know to be mindful of seeking a workplace where such 'blips' on my radar would not only be tolerated but cared about. I did get that at first in my old workplace; in Dec 2008 I was unwell and went to hospital for a month. Work gave me a 'get well' basket of goodies and were most accomodating. I felt grateful. Then in June 2009 I had a blip where I had a cold, took a Codral cold and flu tablet(with psuedoeferdrine in it), got manic and was in hospital for a wekk. That elicited no sympathy, in fact I got a bit of schtick for it. Then in Sep 2009 my psych put me on Abilify and I became zombie-like which didn't endear me to my co-workers. I became depressed in the workplace thereafter; taking too any sick days. It bubbled and boiled in my head and I finally quit in April 2011.

Friends have said they were amazed I stuck it out for so long at that workplace. I guess that could be why I've been so reluctant to step back into another, for fear of poor relations with co-workers.

Anyway look; I've been told by more than one person that my public speaking has been fantastic. I'm gradually rebuilding confidence. God knows I was a shell of a person when I left the council. Awful place.

Ran out of Zyprexa last night

So I didn't sleep till 4am and woke as usual at 7am. Got on Facebook and chatted a bit (to my friend who I've posted about; we're all ok again in spite of my transgressions). At 9.30 started to feel a tightness in my chest, which intensified around my heart. I didn't smoke for over an hour and sipped water while I chatted online. Then I realised it was a panic attack probably brought on by missing my nightly 15mg of Zyprexa (hence the sleeplessness). So I showered and ate; had my morning meds and took the dog for a walk. It helped for about half an hour then the chest pain started again. So I hot-tailed it to the pharmacy and got my Zyprexa wafer script filled. Thank Christ they had them in stock (unusual for a Sunday).

Got home and the tightness continued. Tried distracting myself, then it hit me: a scotch and coke. Fucking alcohol will ease this panic. I can't take any more meds till tonight when they are due, so how to get through today? Pepsi Max and cigs will only intensify anxiety. Jack Daniels and Coke 4 pack pre-mixed for $20 (we have an outrageous 'alco-pops' tax in Australia on pre-mixed drinks to supposedly curb teenage binge drinking....it has only succeeded in driving up sales of bottles of pure spirits) will do the shot. Then I think....think through this drunk (not a drink, a drunk, for that's what it will be). I weigh up the pro's and cons. After 15mins of Will I Won't I, I shoot inside, grab my purse and keys and head out to the shops. Fifteen minutes later I am in the Bottle-O with the aformentioned JD & coke. I get home, roll three cigs, and slowly let the nectar down while inhaling and exhaling nicotine. Heaven.

After the second can, I think to myself: This is where a mild to moderate drinker thinks; "I've got that warm glow; I feel a bit giddy and giggly (because they are in company; they usually would never drink alone); I must stop now, I don't like being out of control." That's of course unless they are coping with a crisis: the death of a loved one, a lost job, the disintegration of a relationship, eviction from a rental....etc etc. Social, or moderate drinkers don't get tiddled on their own at around 1pm on a Sunday like I have done today.

I was coping with a panic attack. I am feeling alone today. I am trying to just heal and get over a moderate manic and depressive episode. I would never normally run out of Zyprexa; the past week has seen me preoccupied with my thoughts (well dah....what's new) and how I conduct myself to the extent that I haven't looked out for myself on a practical level. I've lost 2 kilos. I'm disinterested in food. Granted, the weight loss is welcomed considering I sit at a ballooning 85 kilos. Yet the carpet needs vaccuming, the garden needs weeding...eyeyaiyai...ohh Mister Hart...whattamess!!!

On the plus side I've walked my dog the past 3 mornings; that's a first. A bonus from quitting the pamphlet delivery job; walk for pleasure. The dog likes it immensely. It feels good.

I resurrected my dining room from being the engine room for sorting pamphlets (table chocked up on old university textbooks to prevent me leaning and getting a bad back; it looked awful, plus I had to eat my meals on my lap in front of the telly), to being a place where I roll my smokes and eat meals. Plus I put all the good chinaware back on the dresser (it used to house stacks of catalogues when I would sort them onto the dining table into bundles). So that feels and looks better.

Finally, despite having had 2 cans of JD and coke at 2pm on a Sunday and only 3 and a bit hours sleep, I feel quite lively. The Zyprexa really must be a knockout drug; usually by now (after takin gmy usual nightly dose and getting to sleep, say, by 10pm) I am feeling drowsy and in need of a one hour kip or so; that's if I'm up by 7am, which I am most mornings. One way around it is to get up with my dog and then doze in my armchair till 9am; she dozes too. Yet often I feel the early/mid arvo sleepies.

Oh well; medication like Zyprexa keeps me out of hospital: given the past week's activity one would think I'd be particularly grateful about that. I am.

I accidentally overdosed on Zyprexa last week

One night last week it got to about 11pm and I thought i'd forgotten to take my nightly Zyprexa, so I took my usual dose (15mg), then went to bed at about midnight. I was half awake half asleep an hour later when I had a gag reflex; I thought I was going to be sick. At first I thought it was the big bowl of cherries I'd eaten, but my stomach wasn't sore. Then I actually was sick twice. I noticed my arms and legs were very heavy. Then I went to sleep. I didn't waken till 3pm the next day! 13++ hours straight!! I told my shrink about it a couple of days later and he said it was too much Zyprexa, not cherries. He told me to use a dosette box to avoid such things happening again. Now I know what 30mg of Zyprexa feels like: not in a hurry to do a repeat performanace. 

 So I dragged out my old dosette box; the one the hospital gave me in 2003 when I had my longest hospitalisation ever. A time when, upon discharge I had the CAT team come and give me my meds twice a day: 8am and 8pm. They did that for a few weeks; I was too spacey to care for myself. I was living in a boarding house at that stage; grimy, expensive and dank. Another story for another time. Back to the dosette: it sort of feels a bit institutionalised to use it again, but I guess I don't mind using it for now. 

Zyprexa (olanzapine) is not a popular drug; every person I know who's been on it has complained, mostly about weight gain, but here's a list of possible side-effects; As with all neuroleptic drugs, olanzapine can cause tardive dyskinesia and rare, but life-threatening, neuroleptic malignant syndrome. Other recognised side effects may include: akathisia; inability to remain still (restlessness)[21] dry mouth dizziness irritability sedation insomnia constipation urinary retention orthostatic hypotension weight gain increased appetite runny nose impaired judgment, thinking, and motor skills impaired spatial orientation impaired responses to senses seizures trouble swallowing dental problems and discoloration of teeth missed periods problems with keeping body temperature regulated apathy, lack of emotion Endocrine side effects have included hyperprolactinemia, hyperglycemia, and diabetes mellitus Brain Shivers Auditory Hallucinations. 

 I can't claim to have gone through many of these; my main ones are increased appetite, tiredness and dry mouth (I drink heaps of water and Pepsi Max, around 15 tall glasses a day). Oh and seizures; had my first of those in my sleep a couple of weeks ago. That made my doctor say to cut back to 1 1/2 tablets a day (7.5 mg dose; around 11mg a day) and to start taking magnesium capsules twice a day (apparently helps with muscle spasms). I've had a rigid neck for quite a few years now; tends to 'turn' by itself to the right; it's a subtle turn, mostly bothers me when I try to fall asleep due to head lifting off the pillow. It started happening on the older anti-psychotics I used to take; Risperdal and Solian. 

 The 1st anti-psychotic I was on was the worst: Stellazine. You had to take Cogentin along with it to stop muscle cramps. One night my head wanted to spin off its axis a-la "The Exorcist"; it was quite terrifying. All this in the name of cessation of paranoia and hearing voices; no wonder mental health patients are a downtrodden lot. I doubt very much whether the majority of the population would accept putting up with such side-effects if they were told they had to.