Run, Run, Run

Wednesday was a two star day
All I did was run, run, run… all day. I barely had time to eat, and didn’t get my usual nap. I dropped off the kids as I usually do on Wednesdays, but was on a timed schedule to get to my doctor appointment. I was due to see my psychiatrist at 9:40, meaning I needed to leave Auntie’s by 9:00 or so. This meant that I had to drop off the girl about 8:40 to get there and back in time, but as usual, we were running late.

I did eventually get to the doctor’s, and on time. We went over my medications and decided that during the time leading up to my monthly cycle, and while I was having prolonged anxiety, I need a change. We are leaving the anti-depressants where they are and going to double the anti-anxiety med in the morning, and then take a second, scheduled dose later in the day. The doc wants to give the Lexapro more time before we decide to change it regarding anxiety and dips into the deeper depression.

My mom called me in the morning and we decided to meet at a fabric store in my area since she would be passing through and can never turn down a chance like that. I scurried there, and then met a friend for lunch. I barely got back home in time to pack a bag for Daughter (which I had completely forgotten she was going away for the weekend). I was stressed and frustrated I had all these things to do, and little time to do it. My in-laws and I decided to meet in the middle, and leave a 45 – 60 minute drive. They didn’t call me until it was time for them to leave to ask if we were still meeting at that certain time. Of course they ended up being late, and I was stuck in a car full of scream-y kids.

I was so tired by this point, and tried to recline and doze, but Daughter was bouncing around and riling up the baby. I had to keep telling her to be quiet and sit down nice so often, I was almost mad at her.

By the time I got home, I didn’t feel like doing much of anything, I didn’t even eat dinner, just some pretzel sticks. We watched the Olympics, me until 11pm (all recorded stuff) and then headed to bed. Husband took care of Monster and put him to bed, giving me some important down time.

My eating has been going up and down. Some days I just can’t get enough and others, like yesterday, I didn’t even get a full two meals. I am just guessing, but I think it has to do with the anti-depressant. I was put on the Lexapro generic, (I think) last fall or early winter. I was put on Wellbutrin at Thanksgiving, and that’s when the weight started falling off without even trying. Since then, I have been on several different anti-depressants that just didn’t work well enough for me. Lexapro is my old standby and my husband firmly believes I should have never been taken off it. Nothing works faster or (most likely) the best in helping both sides of the bipolar.