crazymama30
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So its time for my husband husband vent.
He is NOT NOT stable by any stretch of the imagination. I am really wondering if Seroquel is the medication for him. Then at the same time he is only on 150mg, and they probably will go higher. I understand logically why psychiatrist is going slow, it makes sense but holy cow this is awful.
He is at the point where he can only do one thing a day. Anything more is just too overwhelming. He had a dental appointment at 3pm. Our dryer died. He could not even call on some dryers, and I left him the numbers! He is sleeping untill almost noon and going to sleep later and later. I am pretty sure the racing thoughts and auditory hallucinations are back, but I am so ticked I did not ask. He will start projects and not finish them. Currently we have a dead dryer, 2 dead cars, and one that I am driving needs new brakes. difficult child has an appointment tommorrow that husband has to take him to, so that will be tommorrows thing. Then difficult child has another appointment Friday, so there we go again. There is his one thing!!!!
I know husband does not want things to be this way. He amazes me, I would have done who knows what by now. I would certainly not have been as patient as he has been. With that being said he is getting impatient. The other day he took an abilify so he would be able to wake up in the morning. (he told psychiatrist about it at the next appointment) He hates the way he feels. At the same time it is so hard to not get upset with him. My logical side knows he can't control it, but I get so upset because I have to pick up so much slack. I feel like I have been teased, I have seen how funtional he can be, how helpful he can be and now it is gone. Stupid Stupid Tardive. And now that the BiPolar (BP) is out of control, his pain is worse. They are definately connected.
And I have finals next week as well as my nursing entrance exam and my short answer questions for the stupid program. Ug Ug Ug.
Thanks for letting me vent. I have felt like I was going to pop. I don't know if I can handle much more.
He is NOT NOT stable by any stretch of the imagination. I am really wondering if Seroquel is the medication for him. Then at the same time he is only on 150mg, and they probably will go higher. I understand logically why psychiatrist is going slow, it makes sense but holy cow this is awful.
He is at the point where he can only do one thing a day. Anything more is just too overwhelming. He had a dental appointment at 3pm. Our dryer died. He could not even call on some dryers, and I left him the numbers! He is sleeping untill almost noon and going to sleep later and later. I am pretty sure the racing thoughts and auditory hallucinations are back, but I am so ticked I did not ask. He will start projects and not finish them. Currently we have a dead dryer, 2 dead cars, and one that I am driving needs new brakes. difficult child has an appointment tommorrow that husband has to take him to, so that will be tommorrows thing. Then difficult child has another appointment Friday, so there we go again. There is his one thing!!!!
I know husband does not want things to be this way. He amazes me, I would have done who knows what by now. I would certainly not have been as patient as he has been. With that being said he is getting impatient. The other day he took an abilify so he would be able to wake up in the morning. (he told psychiatrist about it at the next appointment) He hates the way he feels. At the same time it is so hard to not get upset with him. My logical side knows he can't control it, but I get so upset because I have to pick up so much slack. I feel like I have been teased, I have seen how funtional he can be, how helpful he can be and now it is gone. Stupid Stupid Tardive. And now that the BiPolar (BP) is out of control, his pain is worse. They are definately connected.
And I have finals next week as well as my nursing entrance exam and my short answer questions for the stupid program. Ug Ug Ug.
Thanks for letting me vent. I have felt like I was going to pop. I don't know if I can handle much more.