Daily Journal – November 13, 2009

The events at Fort Hood put me a little on edge. Rationally, I knew my son was safe on his base in California, but I still did worry some.   I have worrying about him is just one of those worries that will be a constant thing, but I will not let it become an all consuming worry.  I will keep things in perspective.  So far I have been successful.  

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 Anna got a nasty cut on the underside of her right wrist last Friday.  A few months after Nick moved out, she moved into his room.  We thought we had successfully removed all his sharp objects.  He had razor knives for his models and other things.  We missed one it seems.  Anna was putting something in the top of the closet and when she did something very sharp sliced her wrist open.  Unfortunately, with it being on the underside of her wrist it bleed a great deal and I was worried with all the arteries and veins there that there could be a problem.  I took her to the emergency room and the doctor there decided that he needed to “super glue” the wound, to help it start closing.  Anna has an allergy to adhesives so she could not have a regular bandage on it.  Instead the had to put a piece of gauze on top of the wound and then wrap her wrist up.  When we got home, Anna looked around in the top of the closet to find out what it was that cut her.  She found an old arrow head that belonged to Nick.  It was very sharp and had razor like things on the side.  She gave it to my husband and he put it  up somewhere.  The “super glue” has worn off now and her wound is healing very nicely.  

From Anna Wound
From Anna Wound
From Anna Wound

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My grandmother had cataract surgery yesterday. She seems to be doing well.  On the other hand, my mother is very sick.  She is having breathing problems and the doctor almost put her in the hospital.  A week from today she is supposed to leave for Israel.  It is a trip she has been looking forward to.  Most likely she will be better by then, but she knows that after you have had an acute episode of  difficult breathing, that it is very easy for it to happen again in the few weeks after you recover. She is afraid of getting on the plane and flying all that way in case she has problems and of course there is the busy sight seeing/pilgram trip she and her friends have planned for Israel.  I am pretty sure she will end up canceling her trip, she knows that is the wise thing to do.





Anna's Picture Of The Day – November13, 2009

 Full Moon

 The last few years of having a mom who was “checked out” due to severe depression has been hard on my daughter, Anna.  In an effort to try and rebuild that relationship and because she really enjoys taking pictures, she was given a page in my blog to show of her pictures.  I personally think she does an awesome job.


Anna enjoys see any feedback anyone has about her pictures, so if you like what you see here, why not leave her a comment and let her know

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Long Time No Blog

I apologize for taking a few days off from the blog without an explanation why.  Things have been interesting, discouraging, and thought provoking over the last few days.

My original purpose for starting this blog was to give me an outlet for my emotions, mostly so I would not express them inappropriately. That purpose sort of evolved more into using the blog as an outlet for me and putting myself out there for  other people to see and know that they are not alone in their depression.   

The blog has been helping me.  I like being able to have a place to put my thoughts and feelings.  I have enjoyed the feedback I have been getting from people in my email.  Working on this blog has become a very enjoyable thing for me to do everyday.  

However, recently I was told that by blogging about myself it showed how selfish and self-absorbed I am and that putting myself out there with my thoughts, feelings and struggles I am really just whining about things.  This really made me feel quite bad.

I needed to take a few days and reassess my motives and ambitions with regards to the blog.  What I have decided is that if something made me feel good, and gave me more self-confidence and was a positive outlet for me then it is something that I should continue to do.  

In fact, even though my husband does not  write in my blog, he likes to see what I have written and offer suggestions.  There is also what my daughter gets out of her picture of the day section.  She and my husband are both now on constant look out for the perfect picture of the day.  In a way, my blog has become a family affair.  

Maybe the person who gave me the negative feedback was having a bad day and that is what they felt after they read my blog, or it could be their honest every day feeling about these types of blogs.  The positive thing that came out of their negative comments is that it forced me to re-evaluate my motives for the blog.  There is nothing wrong with taking a good look at yourself to keep yourself on track.


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Communication 

I am learning that just like in any part of life, when a person is in the  process of recovering from depression, communication is so very important.  

My natural instinct is to keep my  honest and real feelings to myself and put on a “mask” of fake feelings and not properly communicate my wants or needs.  Most of the time, if I feel like I have to express something personal, I will only hit the surface, just enough to satisfy another person.


On the flip-side, I expect people to communicate fully with me, even when I do not do it in return.  That is not very nice of me to do.  


A few days ago, my husband and I got irritated with each other over a lack of communication.  I thought he was not communicating properly with me and he thought I was not communicating properly with him.  The thing we were NOT communicating about was a stupid grocery list.  I wanted more input from him, and he wanted more input from me, so that both of what we wanted would be represented on the grocery list.  Like most small things people argue about, it turned into a bigger thing than it should have. 


The reason it spiraled down into an argument is that both of us were too busy worrying about what the other wanted to properly communicate  our own wants.  For some reason, both of us perceived that in that situation if we had communicated what we wanted, it would have been selfish.  The reality of what happened is that he got irritated and I got irritated and the list never got done.



Later on that evening, he and I talked.  I expressed to him that it felt like he wanted me to read his mind and figure out what he wanted and he expressed feeling something similar.  We both felt frustrated.   We both realized that if we had spoken up and communicated our wants then the whole mess would have been avoided.  Not to mention, we both connected  a few dots and realized that there have been other occasions where frustrations and irritations could have been avoided if we had spoken up.  


On a more personal level, I see that by putting a “mask”on and hiding what I truly want, need or feel, I am setting up a situation that is bound for failure.  People cannot read my mind to know how I am doing on any given day.  That leads them to worry about what my emotional mind set is for the day.  If I communicated my feelings more, good or bad, then it would cause them less worry because they would not be trying to guess about what is going on in my head.  If things were bad, then they could share the burden or help with solutions, if they were going good then we could feel good together.  Also, the reality of wearing a “mask” to hide my feelings is very tiring work.


I also realized that many of my own personal stress, and aggravation comes from not communicating with other people. I end up doing something I really do not want to do (but never communicated that fact), then stressing because I feel like I am stuck doing something I never wanted to do in the first place.  Worrying because of feeling like I am not doing an adequate job, since I do not want to be doing it in the first place.  Which often leads to me feeling so anxious that I cannot leave the house, which leads to more guilt, worry and stress, and then more anxiousness.  

To take care of myself, to “be all I can be”,  I need to expend some serious mental effort and communicate properly. Keeping things inside is no longer acceptable.  Keeping things inside will eventually lead to me ending up in the hospital again.





Daily Journal – November 4, 2009

Things are going ok.  I am not feeling down, just a little subdued.  There was an unexpected side effect to my effexor, something personal, so I mentioned it to my doctor today.  I thought he would take me off of that medication and put me on something else.  I had not really wanted that because, except for that side effect the effexor seems to be working just fine.  What he did is he added a low dose of welbutrin to my medication mix.  He seems to think that will help.  


I have been very sleepy during the days lately.  One of my medications for anxiety, is also supposed to help me with my sleeping problems.  It seems to because I am sleeping at least four hours every night, but I seem to be very tired during the day from it.  I even fell asleep while I was working on the blog today.   At least I am sleeping more though.

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Anna has some very awesome pictures that she will be showing in her section of the blog over the next few days.  She was very creative in the things she took pictures of.  I know ya’ll will enjoy them as much as I do.

Anna's Picture Of The Day – November 4, 2009

The last few years of having a mom who was “checked out” due to severe depression has been hard on Anna.  In an effort to try and rebuild that relationship and because she really enjoys taking pictures, she was given a page in my blog to show of her pictures.  I personally think she does an awesome job.


Anna enjoys see any feedback anyone has about her pictures, so if you like what you see here, why not leave her a comment and let her know
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Double D's

In the fall of 2007, when I was 37, I was given a new medication by my family physician.  It was to help with my blood pressure.  This particular medication should not be used by someone with a history of asthma because it can trigger an asthma attack.  I had no history of asthma so my family physician felt that it would be OK for me to take.


A few days after I started taking it, I started feeling bad.  I had a bad cough and a wheeze in my chest.  I went and had it checked out and was told it was bronchitis.  I was given steroids and antibiotics.  I felt better the next day.  The day after that, I felt really bad and the wheeze I had this time was a little bit worse than last time.  Again the doctor said it was bronchitis, gave me stronger steroids, and told me to take it easy.  Once again, I felt better the next day, the day after though, not so much.  I felt like I could hardly breathe and the wheeze I had this time was horrible.  I went to see my doctor and she told me that she was ordering me to go into the hospital for IV steroids and to watch me because she was afraid I would get so bad that I would need to be put on a breathing machine.  That was the first time I had ever been in the hospital overnight, except for when I had the kids.  At that point I was diagnosed with adult onset asthma. 


I think it was at that time the depression started.  I was sick all the time because the pulmonologist and I could not get the asthma under control.  I spent a solid year on steroids because of the asthma.  It just wore me out and made it so I was more vulnerable to other illnesses and set my mind up for the depression to take hold.  I physically felt really bad all the time.  I slept most of every day away, because I was so tired.



Because I live so far from my pulmonologist’s office, he insisted I create an emergency plan for when I had an asthma attack. I was to use my nebulizer three times in a row, about ten minutes apart each time.  If after the third treatment my breathing was not drastically better, I was to head to the nearest emergency room.  In May of 2008, I had an asthma attack that did not respond to the emergency plan. 


I went to our local emergency room.  Whenever I have to go the emergency room because of an asthma attack, I am immediately taken back to see a doctor. So I did not have to wait long.  The triage nurse did her thing and pointed out that my blood pressure was insanely high.  I blew it off, not a bit concerned because of having used my nebulizer three times in a row, I figured my blood pressure would be higher than normal.  After the doctor saw what my blood pressure was, he decided to do some blood work to make sure I did not have congestive heart failure.


When the blood work came back, it showed that I did not have congestive heat failure but there was something that was not good.  My blood sugar was 420.   I had diabetes. 


The doctor came very close to admitting me to the hospital.  Instead, because I happened to have an old glucose meter of my father’s, he lets me go home with a prescription for glucoflage. Two days later I saw the endocronologist for the first time.  


He confirmed that I had diabetes and with using a special test, he was able to determine that I had probably had it for months.  However, all the steroids I had been taking had hidden that fact.  For months all I could do was sleep.  We thought that it was from the asthma not being controlled.  What I found out was that high blood sugars will cause you to be sleepy all the time and to feel as bad I was feeling. 


I had to learn so much that day.  I had to learn how to give myself insulin injections, to figure out how much I needed of one kind based on a math formula, and how to fill up syringes with insulin.  I ended up with two different types of insulin and having to give myself four injections in my stomach every single day.  I also had to learn how to use a glucose meter and stick myself at least four times a day to get blood samples. 


The doctor did tell me that within a week my blood sugars would be down and I would start to feel better.  For the most part he was correct.  I felt good mentally because I felt like knowing what had been causing me to feel so rotten for the last few months was a good thing.  That I could move forward from there.  


That attitude did not last for very long.  A few weeks after I was diagnosed with Diabetes, I was back to where I was before I found out about the Diabetes. I was tired, sleepy, and not feeling good.  I was also very angry and sad all of the time.   It made me really darn angry that I had been diagnosed with two major illnesses in less than a year. I was angry and sad about how drastically my life had changed.  I hated all the needles I had to now deal with four times a day.  I started to become increasingly anxious.  I also worried about the burden I had become to my family.  I  believe that at this time the depression really started to control my thinking, and my life and just continued to get worse from there.  


The Double D’s.  Diabetes and Depression.  These two things have affected my life and my family’s lives more than anything else I have been diagnosed with.  


I have already had a pretty nasty diabetic complication. The nerve in the stomach that tells the stomach to contract to digest food no longer works in me due to the diabetes.  There is a lot of pain and vomiting that goes along with that.  My family must pay attention to me, to make sure I am not having a bad reaction due to my insulin.  I cannot go barefoot anymore, something I have always enjoyed.  If I were to step on something and hurt a foot, there could be complications with it healing.  From several sources I have discovered that diabetes can contribute to depression.  


The Double D’s.  Those two things have caused me to come closer to dying than even the asthma has.  Blood sugar dropping too low, more than one suicide attempt.  


As I was learning how to give myself the proper dosage of insulin, more than once my blood sugar dropped dangerously low.  That caused me to spend a week in ICU.  There was my suicide attempt in May that resulted in another week in ICU, and at another time, an attempt resulted in ICU and a psychiatric hospital.  


The Double D’s.  Two very frustrating il
lnesses, both of which really has no “cure”. The most I can hope for is that medications will help me maintain some balance with both illnesses and maybe with one I  might experience a “remission” but the disease will never really go away.  



The Double D’s.  Now that I am getting help for the depression, I can recognize that neither diagnosis is the end of the world for me.  I can see how at some future date that they might allow me to be a good support person for someone in similar circumstances.  I just need to get to a better mind set about both things.   For the present, I am still learning how to take care of myself again.  I do not think I would be able to properly support someone else yet.  


Daily Journal – October 30, 2009

Yesterday was still a rather down day.  Not bad, just down.  Even though it was a down day, it was still pleasant in its own way.   I have to admit, though, I was cranky for some reason for most of the day.  Maybe it was because I was more tired than usual, or it could have been just one of those days where I am cranky for really no good reason.  I did manage, for the most part, to keep my crankiness to myself.  At one point I had asked Anna to do something and I realized my voice came out sounding much more harsh than I had intended.  Before she had a chance to take two steps, I apologized to her.  I told her that I suddenly realized that the tone of voice sounded not nice and I wanted to apologize to her for sounding that way to her.  She accepted the apology.  Again yesterday, she spent loads of time with me.  I think she is starting to see I am working really hard to improve things with her. I have found the best way that works with her is to just be upfront.  For example, apologizing to her about my tone of voice before it had time to upset her.  Or telling her upfront if I am having a bad day.  She is a sweet heart of a child and it is nice to see things improving between me and her.  She has also become much more cooperative.  

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It looks like today is going to be typical fall day.  The wind is blowing in gusts and it is fairly chilly.  The leaves on the trees are so pretty this year.  Much prettier than they have been for the last several years.  The drought we had been having for the last few years really affected the leaf color and caused the leaves to fall off the trees early.  This year since we have had so much rain, the leaf colors are so much brighter and the leaves are staying on the trees much longer.  

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Tonight is a very exciting night for Anna.  There is some ghost hunter show she likes to watch on the travel channel.  Starting this evening, it will be filmed live for like seven hours.  She has made plans to watch every single hour of it and to participate in the internet part of the show.  She has enlisted me to watch it with her.  

Anna's Picture Of The Day – October 30, 2009

Best Friends
(Minnie, the little dog and Buster, the big dog)

The last few years of having a mom who was “checked out” due to severe depression has been hard on Anna.  In an effort to try and rebuild that relationship and because she really enjoys taking pictures, she was given a page in my blog to show of her pictures.  I personally think she does an awesome job.


Anna enjoys see any feedback anyone has about her pictures, so if you like what you see here, why not leave her a comment and let her know

Hmmmm, Will I Get Dressed Today?

Have you ever had to struggle, I mean really struggle in deciding whether or not you could manage to get the motivation to get dressed on a daily basis?  Or take a shower? Have you ever decided that it took too much effort to talk to your family….on a daily basis?  Have you ever been so overwhelmed by no motivation, anxiety, and worry that your memory seemed to be failing you and you really and truly could not function?  I can answer yes to all of those questions.


Before counseling and before medication, every single one of my days was a struggle.  As my depression progressed, the struggle become more and more difficult.  The last six to nine months before I started receiving treatment were the worst.  


I quit sleeping.  The lack of sleep combined with a fog of depression, made me feel horribly tired all the time.  I would try and take naps and the most I could do was to lay under the covers and just think.  Most of the time, I could not manage a shower before four or five in the afternoon.  When I did finally take my shower, I did not shave my legs.  I know that does not seem like huge deal, but it was.  People who know me, know that I shave every day.  Even when I would go  camping I would shave. So for me to be a hairy legged freak was highly out of character for me.  After my shower, I would put on a clean set of pajamas, so unless I absolutely had to go somewhere, I wore pajamas all the time.The only reason I would even take a shower was because I felt like if I could at least do that before my husband got home, he would not realize how bad things were. Ha!  I really thought that too.  My husband is not a fool, he knew something was way wrong, he just could not put his finger on it.  

My days always seemed to pass quickly, but I never really did anything.  I ached everywhere.  I had headaches all the time.  My stomach was a mess. After I started treatment, I did some research and those physical symptoms are typical for someone who has major depression.

I could not concentrate on anything.  Not reading, cross stitch, crochet, or even the television.  My mind was always racing with thoughts, so many thoughts that there were times when I could not create a sentence.

I felt like I was a shell of a human being who really was just operating on a kind of automatic pilot.  Toward the end, the automatic pilot I was running on seemed to develop sort of short in the electrical system and was no longer running properly.   


Waking up in the hospital, after my suicide attempt, was the first time in at least two years that I was not in pain.  Of course once all the medication they had given me wore off, I was aching all over once again.  


Even now,  I am amazed at the amount of physical symptoms a mental illness can cause.


Daily Journal – October 29, 2009

Stressful day today.  Ugh!  I wanted to go hide under the covers before ten in the morning.  I resisted the urge though.  My counselor had suggested a couple of sessions ago, to resist the urge of hiding under the covers as a way to deal with a bad day.  She said all that it does is make me isolated and alone with my own thoughts, which could still turn suicidal rather quickly.  So I kept myself busy.  Just little things here and there.  It certainly did not improve my frame of mind, but it did keep be busy enough so that I did not let my thoughts wander to where they should not.  The other thing she told me was if all I could accomplish on a bad day was to not hide under the covers than I should consider it a success.  Little victories I guess.  

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Anna and I were talking today and I was telling her how much fun designing my blog had been, and she mentioned she would like to help with one, and she wanted music on it.We decided to create a blog together.  Our subject matter will be completely fun.  We are both looking forward to it.  

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No one had told my grandmother about Nick getting married.  I assumed my parents would tell her, but they did not.  I was on the phone with her today, and happened to mention it and she was shocked.  I think she was hurt as well, that none of us thought to tell her about it.  Like I said, I expected my parents to tell her, I need to just remember that I cannot always trust them to pass information along.  

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I am really hoping and praying that tomorrow I experience much less stress and anxiety than I have been feeling over the last few days.  I cannot figure out just why I have been feeling that way, but back before I started getting treatment there were times that I could not identify why either.