Feb 20 2008, 12:16 PM

Looks like I still come back here to write things even tho right now I am in this mood of not communicating with anybody. I don't know why I don't want to bother with people. Maybe it is too much bother for me to keep up my end of the conversation? I am ok with the general stuff, the "good-morning-how-are-you-I'm-fine" stuff. I don't hang out in any forums where I used to write stuff, it seems like I have nothing to say. It's like a big effort to keep up my end. There are people stacked up in my email box that need answering, I keep saying I will write them tomorrow. Even my own mother, who just wants to know I am still above ground, it takes a gigantic effort to answer. I don't want it to be like this at all. I know she worries about me (and about a lot of other things) and where once it was easy to rise to the occasion and listen to everything she had to say, now it is hard to find the words to convince her she is doing alright and all her negative thoughts are just negative thoughts and nothing worse. Who am I to convince anybody that their negative thoughts are wrong? I have them everyday myself.

It's hard to describe how it feels when the empathy I would feel for everyone and their situation has left town for me for now. I hope it comes back. My head feels blank. I understand people who know me want to know how I am doing but I feel selfish when I can't do the same for them, for now anyway. I just don't understand. My T says I am "still in hibernation" like I go into every year.

I am still working but nowadays I need to take a little Xanax and use my inhaler when it feels like I can't breathe. I make conversation with the people at work and am kind to the elderly who I work with but I still prefer to work where the rooms are empty and I don't have to work to say the right thing. I know I have always been antisocial to a point all my life but it seems like this time I have reached a new "low".

This doesn't keep me from thinking about what goes on around me in the world and because I believe "behind every silver lining there is a dirty black cloud" I focus on the doom and gloom. I am following the election ritual and while Ron Paul seems to have melted into the background, preferring to work behind the scenes, I admire the way Barak Obama talks. He is a great orator and I can understand why state after state is falling under his spell. I saw his wife speak the other night and I have great admiration for her now as well.

Another thing I am following today is the blood-red-moon-missile-hitting-the-satellite- thing tonight. This is special doom in my book. This is great "when the moon turns to blood and the stars fall from the sky" type stuff. It seems like a Great Foreshadowing. Something Evil This Way Comes type stuff. No wonder I can't talk to people. I don't really have anything to say
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moiraine .........

Email this entry | Print this entry Feb 2 2008, 07:45 AM

I called my med-nurse's office and they said she was out and would be back on Monday. They also gave me another appt. I just feel strange. I don't feel sad or anything like that. I just can't make the effort, even the effort it takes to think of making an effort is too much work. DH is doing everything. On one hand I am glad he is doing it all because I am having such a hard time concentrating on putting one foot ahead of the other. On the other hand this gives him the power to say anything the way he wants and sometimes it seems to me he is treating me like a child. There's nothing I can do about it. He holds the cards and puts up with me and my greatest fear is that I will never get my life back and be able to take some control over how it goes. Right now he is out grocery shopping, something I havn't done in ages. I don't even know what things cost anymore.

Trying to see my way forward is like trying to push a dark veil across any view I might have had for motivation. It's getting harder and harder to push that veil across and I have to try and keep it from closing altogether. I havn't felt like this before and it's scary. I remember when I was on Lexapro and my brain felt missing. This seems to be a more darker, sinister feeling, like I am struggling to stay above water and I'm going down for the count. Somebody has to throw me a lifeline before I go down for the third time
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moiraine Slip-slidin' Away

Email this entry | Print this entry Jan 30 2008, 09:35 AM

Here I am again for what it's worth. I still don't feel well at all. I forgot all about my appt. with my med-nurse and now I have a bill for $25 for something I didn't go too. That's what I get for not keeping my $hit in order. Seems like all I do is miss appt's and have to pay for $hit I forgot to get too. I really have to call them today. When the girl called and told me I missed my appt. she said did I want to make another. I told her, I have to pay for the one I missed first so I better wait. Don't you know the very next day the bill was in the mail. How come you can wait for a piece of mail for a week before it shows up, and yet a bill can get to you the very next day.

I am just so sick of myself as I am, in physical sense as well as mental health wise. I want all my excess weight off but I am not wanting to put in all the hard and exhausting and thankless work of taking it off ounce by ounce. I have trouble thinking ahead until tomorrow. How can I comprehend looking a couple of years ahead figuring if I lost a pound a week, I would be 100 lbs. lighter in those two years. It just doesn't work like that for me. The goal post is just too far away and the periods of time that I feel good and energised are getting fewer and fewer.

I know I don't stand a chance until I can get some medical assistance. I am wondering if taking generic Wellbutrin in tablet form is taking me backwards instead of making me more able to cope . In either case there's nothing I can do about it until I can get help paying well over $200/mo for the Rx. I am buying these by the week. $30 for a week's worth of generic Wellbutrin and $18/week for one of my BP medications which is also a generic. Walmart has a list of the medications they sell for $4. These two are not on that list. I just wonder what's the use these days.

I feel like life has left me behind, not just kicking me to curb. I got left on the curb a few years ago, it seems to me. Everything seems like such an effort I am getting fed up with the struggle. So many parts of my life have gone by the wayside. The only thing I have is cheap sweet junk that only makes me feel good as it is going down and self-hatred as soon as I have eaten it. I just look so awful and I feel so awful. I don't think there is any hope for me anymore.
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moiraine Goin' Downhill Again

Email this entry | Print this entry Jan 27 2008, 04:32 PM

I am sitting here again, just complaining as usual. I can't see outside myself long enough to help or support other people. I don't think the pills I am on are helping me much. I am always joining things and backing out because I don't feel I am up to them. Yesterday I joined a great weight loss group online and met some wonderful people. This morning I began crying because I knew I was not up to the task and I backed out with many apologies. I felt terrible but just thinking of carrying my end on a new board,spending last night eating when I resolved to not eat after 8pm, and the fact that I was going downhill again was just too much.

The last time this happened was when I was approved to join the government Rehab and Vocational programme. I wanted to learn something other than the donkey work I had done all these years. I could have taken a short course. It seemed a good idea at the time. That night after I decided this it hit me that I couldn't go on with that. I was too afraid, it was too much out of my comfort zone and I didn't want to fail knowing it was somebody else's money going to waste. I fell apart for a week then finally emailed the lady and said I didn't want to take a course and I just wanted to do what I was used to.

I have tried so many things in my life, trying to better myself and having signed up, paid etc. half-way thru I just don't go back. By that time the people thee know me and wonder why I left, what they did to upset me and so forth. Far better just to do what I am used to doing.

I know this is hard for most people to understand because they can decide to make a change, take a course, join a group and it's fun and they are able to better themselves so what is wrong with me. I defeat myself before I start.

This is all I want now. I want to get partial disability and I want medical assistance and I am working hard on getting everything I can done. I have no money, only $105 for 15 hrs work. I don't have any insurance so I am having to do the best I can about my pills. The Wellbutrin I am taking now is generic and not long-acting. Maybe this is why I feel bad but I can't afford the ones I was taking. If I am able to get this I want some help with my weight problem and other people get lap-bands and gastric bypass on MA and I would like them to help me too. I am not asking for the easy way out, who am I to think I am better than anyone else. I know with some weight loss all my problems (except the one in my head) will be lessened and maybe I will feel encouraged to do more on my own.

Just fed up and disgusted with myself. Tomorrow I am calling my med-nurse to see what she can do, if anything.
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moiraine Whatever Happened To Me?????

Email this entry | Print this entry Jan 24 2008, 10:56 PM

Whatever happened to me?????

The above pic was taken when I was 23 years old.
The bottom pic is 30 years later.
I don't expect to look 23 again by any stretch of the imagination.
But why oh why did I let myself go this far and how did it happen?
I am so depressed.
That should teach me not to watch two straight episodes of Extreme Makeover
What would it take to at least look a little of my old self. I am SO lost




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moiraine Writing Begging Letters

Email this entry | Print this entry Jan 6 2008, 07:49 AM

I wrote three begging letters yesterday. I wrote Pfizer to ask what I would have to do to get some free Lipitor. I wrote two letters to GalaxoSmithKline one asking the same about Lamictal and Wellbutrin. I imagine Big Pharma gets tons of such letters everyday from people like me banging their heads against the wall wondering how they will be able to get their medication without insurance.

Yeah, without medical insurance. I have decided to throw in the towel when it comes to this because I can't afford it any longer. I run out Febuary 1. So this means any doctors, blood work or tests I need to get, I better move along and get it done. A$$hats. DH has been paying my $370/mo because I got nothing folks. He just has his Social Security payment and Unemployment money every month and I get $100/week where I am so that big insurance payment has to go. He didn't decide it. I have and I havn't told him yet.

I really don't expect anything from Big Pharma even tho they have made billions from people like me for years and years. It was more getting things off my chest. Just frustration vented from the little person here.

Anyway now I have to figure out ways to get my medication. Much as I hate Wal-China-Mart they have a $4 payment plan for generics if you have no insurance. I've see the list and some of the things I take are on it. I can't depend on samples but I will take them where I can. Other people are getting by without insurance so why shouldn't I be any different.

All the more reason why I have to get the Disability people to take me in. Right now I am waiting for the CD they said they'd send me with my medical info on it and I have 10 days from then to add anything else for consideration. If they turn me down again it's the judge I'll have to see with a lawyer. Time for me to get back to banging my head against the wall again
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moiraine I Want To Thank Everyone....

Email this entry | Print this entry Jan 2 2008, 11:33 AM

I want to thank everyone here for all your support during the past month when I was working thru my Lexapro problems. Especially Joanna, Belle, Dee, Aerial, Violet and Florryx who visited me when I wasn't doing much but just post, not replying to anyone, not having anything to say. You guys helped me out much more than you will ever know and now that I have that 2nd AD going again, I should return to my usual ways and come knocking at your doors again like usual. I just wanted to say "Thanks for being here for me" linda xoxoxoxo
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moiraine Happy New Year!!!!

Email this entry | Print this entry Dec 31 2007, 11:53 PM

Hey here it's 11:47 and I'm watchin' Carrie Underwood sing on *won't the nasty word monitor let me say this just once????For the New Year????*

d**k Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve.......The old man's looking pretty shaky tonite,,don't know how I will spend New Years when he can't host it anymore ***** there would be a tear in my beer IF I could still drink.....can't even raise a toast for Auld Lang Syne****
Hell Linda get the hell off the computer and drink your Horlicks


Happy New Year's from here on the Eastern Time Zone..........Central you're up next......
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moiraine Lexapro Room Entry..........

Email this entry | Print this entry Dec 31 2007, 07:16 PM

Looks like I am back in the Lexapro room (kinda sorta) This time I am going on Celexa(citalopram) and start tomorrow. Say bye bye to my brain again. It's been an exciting ride folks but I'm getting off the roller coaster now. You know, I think I will go in mourning for my brain now, even tho it is substandard and won't work without a great deal of help.

For people who don't know me I have bipolar 2 and have been on various medications since 1988. I am usually a depressed, rather nice and benign individual, and I cause no problems and don't like making any waves. I can be counted on to supply encouragement and support to anyone I come in contact with.

For many years I have been on 2 anti-depressants and a mood stabilizer (Lamictal, Wellbutrin and Effexor). Last August when the Effexor quit working for me they changed this AD for Lexapro. As I have written here before, "Lexapro ate my brain." I insisted on getting off the stuff because I couldn't think, concentrate, finish my own sentences and because of this I became afraid to drive, work and other day to day stuff.

In the beginning of December I dropped this pill and my med nurse told me to come back on the 31st. Well I went steadily down hill without the 2nd antidepressant. I'd cry for no reason, became unbearably sad and unable to cope. I became a real mess. A couple of days ago somebody else emerged from my dysfunctional brain.

I think it was the person I used to be. I can be a very sarcastic, cynical abrasive individual without my medication, as well as dissolving into tears at any moment. I made a reply in the Scorpio thread here and attracted the attention of QNA (a Scorpio defending his own territory) and I back-tracked because I knew I shouldn't be an a$$hat on a support forum like this. My bad

Today between my tears I told med-nurse it wasn't very good at all. I know myself well enough that as a bipolar person something very evil is always waiting around the corner if I don't pay attention to my mood. Sarcasm is great. It makes people laugh and makes me feel clever. I like making people laugh. But when it is at the expense of others it is not a good thing and if not checked I will get myself in a lot of trouble and hurt a lot of feelings....

But I miss me already. For a couple of weeks I was alive, even if it wasn't the kind of alive that gets along in decent society. My example: I told med-nurse and all in the office that I will never be well. Big Pharma makes more money keeping me sick than inventing a cure. Of course this is true. But most people don't care or want to care and I need to keep my big mouth under control


Goodbye Brain. It was nice to be reacquainted with you. Unfortunately if I keep you here you will get me in a lot of trouble and my life would be a shambles. Far better to be Sheeple. Sheeple is good. Sheeple is nice



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moiraine Been Putting Off Writing

Email this entry | Print this entry Dec 30 2007, 09:50 AM

I've been putting off writing here. I've even hung out in the "view new posts" section but I knew I'd finally get back here and I guess this is it. I'm in a poor way, folks. I can't say or do anything without being in tears or just plain crying. It seems like the whole world is against me and I can't even communicate how alone and off to the side I feel.

Once I heard about the assassination of Benazir Butto it was like somebody threw me into the pit even further. I emailed my T and she emailed me back and told me to get in touch with Patti my med nurse. My mother is here but no one can really get thru to me because I know everything is all blown out of proportion because of the depression. I grazed a car on my way out of my parking lot on Sunday and did the good doobie thing and left a note on the neighbour's door and later she called me to say she was bringing her car to the body shop on Thursday and would let me know.

Meanwhile I went to work on Friday trying to keep from crying all day. I have resorted back to taking Xanax to keep myself from being a nuisance to others. Then I found out the mother of 3 women I worked with at the other job, and another sister I am working with now, lost her battle with cancer and the Xanax couldn't keep me from crying on the spot. After getting out of work at 2 (having had to work on a floor I wasn't used to because someone called out) I then went and spent 2 hours at the laundromat, no choice in the matter.

When I got home there was a $355 bill waiting for me, from where the woman next door had gone to the body shop. I had figured, no more than $100, maybe $150 at the most. It wasn't even a scratch. Just a little of my paint on hers, no dent or anything. Well I am ashamed to say I preformed. I screamed, I cried, I stamped my feet right in front of everybody in the kitchen, even my 3 year old grandson. The injustice killed me. I didn't have to be honest. When will I learn honesty doesn't even count anymore. I HAVE NO MONEY FOLKS. Seems like DH has to pay everything including this big bill and I am so down and out only Xanax is helping me to cope these days.

I can't think, I can't concentrate, everything is so hopeless and it is because I need medication I am not taking now. I am just so useless and a drag on the whole world. I hate even writing this here. I feel like wherever I go, disaster follows me and bad luck and everything.

I have been clinging to hope as I see Patti tomorrow at 12:30. They better do something. What am I gonna do.

Anyway I have to go to this wake tonight. It's 5-8 and they are having the funeral after. This will be a very hard thing for me to do because I don't want to cry and set the family off. I have to be able to get there in the door, kneel in front of R's mother and say a prayer without breaking down. Then I have to get up and say how sorry I am to seven children of the deceased, 4 of whom I have known for a few years. This isn't about me at all. It's about me controlling myself enough to be there and say I am sorry.

The good thing is the funeral parlour isn't very far away, just local roads. The challenge is to get there and back under the influence of as much Xanax as I can take and still drive. I have to do this.
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moiraine Season's Greetings

Email this entry | Print this entry Dec 24 2007, 11:56 PM




Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all
love and peace
Linda
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moiraine Christmas Eve

Email this entry | Print this entry Dec 24 2007, 02:50 PM

Well it finally got to Christmas Eve. Finally. All this $hit will be over in just a few hours. I tried to write a post at the end of the week and I got so disgusted when I lost the whole thing that I never bothered write it again. I was posting about how, while I love my mother to death and at her age every extra year she lives is a blessing there are some things she doesn't understand about my condition and there is no getting thru to her (or the rest of the people I am forced to deal with) that I am not this way because I want to be an a$$hole to the world.

I was dealing with all this and the usual Christmas $hit just waiting it out but now it has all hit mr st once and I feel like it is all going on around me with everyone picking at me here and there, aggravating the hell out of me and giving me advice I don't want or can't follow if I did.

Just about an hour ago I called the Pdoc office and told them they would have to do something about me because I couldn't stand it any longer. I have been off the Lexapro and so my mind has come back. But then so have all the other minor and major irritations I have day-to-day. My mother blames herself even tho she says she doesn't do this. She is homesick and wants to go home, he had her own melt-down yesterday before I went to work. She has to wait until my brother can come and get her plus all the tile is being replaced in her appt. and she can't go home anyway until all that is done.

She has been out here almost a whole month and that is way too long for a person of her age to do without her regular habits and the things she is used to doing every day. So all this is on me as well and I feel like I am losing the ability to cope with anyone or anything and it is getting harder and harder for me to help her to overcome her own insecurities. I hate myself for saying this and I have to hurry because she just finished her breakfast and she will be looking over my shoulder in a minute or too. Please tell me I am not a monster for feeling like this. It's just that I can't cope. All I want to do is go back to bed and let the world go on without me
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moiraine My Sister Wrote This~

Email this entry | Print this entry Dec 23 2007, 06:22 PM



CHRISTMAS EVE
by Aloma (Barnard) Foggo

The Christmas Tree was brought into the living room a few days before Christmas but it was never decorated until Christmas Eve. My mother would do it very late after she had baked the cassava pie and put the turkey in the oven to cook. Even though I knew she never did the tree until Christmas Eve I still looked every morning to see if she had.

By Early Evening the smell of cassava pie would drift slowly through the house, mingling with the scent of the tree. I could never get to sleep early. I was so excited but eventually I would fall asleep. I would wake to the clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen and a stronger smell of cassava pie cooking.

Later I would hear my mother in the living room. She always listened to Midnight Mass although we were not Catholic. I would hear the tinkle of ornaments and the rustling of paper and fall asleep again.

Much Later I would awake to the wonderful smell of roasting turkey. The house would be dark and quiet. I would go into the living room. The tree glistened in the dark. Long strands of silver tinsel hung from the branches. There was always lots of tinsel on the tree.
I would sit on the floor and look at the tree and touch the brightly wrapped presents. There was a lovely Christmassy smell. The presents from Santa were never wrapped but I did not look closely at them.

It Was Cold and so still. I would look up through the branches hung with shimmering tinsel and see the angel's white dress at the top. When I started to feel cold I would go back to bed.

When I woke up again it would be daylight. The tree lights were on and as they twinkled red, blue and green colours were reflected in the tinsels and bells. The tree looked SO beautiful.
Now I could see what Santa had left and open my presents!






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moiraine When I Was A Person.....

Email this entry | Print this entry Dec 19 2007, 11:37 PM

Please watch this little video, it isn't long. My daughter just sent it to me and she was trying to tell me something. I used to love stuff like this and she was just trying to remind me of when I was once a person.....
http://duirwaighgallery.com/inspiration_aknock.htm

Enjoy


Please forgive me for not being around.... I love my mother to death but she keeps looking over my shoulder whenever I sit down here and I don't want her to find out about this blog...this is the last little bit of privacy I have left where I can be myself.... hope you guys don't think I have gone for good
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moiraine Merry Christmas To All

Email this entry | Print this entry Dec 15 2007, 06:34 PM

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year


Peace and Love, Moiraine

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moiraine A New Post

Email this entry | Print this entry Dec 7 2007, 08:08 AM

I havn't been here for a while. Since a week ago I've had my mother here with me and now that she has settled in I am very happy to have her here. My brother came with her and left early early Sunday morning to catch the plane back home. He will be back January 9 and they will leave January 15. I refuse to think about how I will feel when both of them leave. The longer anyone stays with me the worse it is to say goodbye. The house is so empty and for days I look for them and they are not there. One time when my mother left not long after I had a dream that she was still in the house but when I woke up of course she wasn't there

GS and Great-Grandma are getting along very well. Of course he still has his melt-downs but he doesn't involve her in them and I prepared her before he came to expect these things and not to be worried. My mother is 84 and fusses around in her things a lot but I think many old people are like that. And you have to allow her plenty of time to get ready for anything. She can walk around but I am always afraid she will slip and fall and break a hip or something and I hate to say this but I don't think she would be around much longer if she can't keep moving.

Maybe you notice I am pretty coherent today. This is because I went to my med nurse on Monday and told her I wanted off the Lexapro. She had to do this even tho it means shuffling my pills around again. I asked her if there were any new pills around and she said she didn't think so. I asked her what will come next. She said she was seeing me on the 31st and will decide then what the next step would be, if any. Anyway on Tuesday I could see a big improvement in how I felt. Right now my mind feels pretty clear. Now I am on 10mgs. Next Monday I drop them altogether. Now I have to wait and see. Who knows maybe I can get by without any additions for a while. That would be nice.
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moiraine Gonna Call My Med Nurse

Email this entry | Print this entry Nov 26 2007, 09:54 AM

I have had enough of this. I feel like I am floating in space. I have no emotions except for the basics. I feel like a robot. I have put up with all I am going to take from Lexapro. I want out. I want my life back. You know this drug isn't working for me when I say I'd rather be depressed and feel something (and have what focus I have.) The office is open for calls in 5 minutes. I have things to do. My mother will be here on Thursday. I don't want her to see me floating in space this way


Later
I just came back from going to the bank and then went to Wally-China-World. I am never going there again. I wanted to get a piece of foam to put on the bed my mother will be sleeping on to make it comfortable. I couldn't remember my PIN at the cash register. People were in line and here i was trying different numbers. I use this card all the time and I never even have to think about it. So here at Walmart just now I embarrassed the hell out of myself. The man behind the register was very kind but he had to get the supervisor to cancel the foam. I left it at the register. I didn't have any cash money to pay it that way. I am so embarrassed. My daughter will go and get it. I won't darken their door for a great while, if ever.

PS: I called the Pdoc office and my med nurse was not available. The doc on call is my own P and I am waiting for him to return my call. I have to get off this medication. Right now.

Even later:
Here it is almost 8pm and the dr. never called. I will call them again after 2 because I have to go to work. I will have to concentrate on things tomorrow. I am really nervous about forgetting things and I don't want to say odd things and forget. I had to put up with this when I was on Tegretol. But not to the extent this pill has me. It makes me mad the dr. never even called back. Maybe he forgot, maybe he never got the message, maybe he was busy. What do I expect from life anyway.
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moiraine Outrageous!!!!! Medication Thrown Away!!!!!

Email this entry | Print this entry Nov 25 2007, 04:20 PM

I just posted this on the boards and I am gonna put it here in my blog as well. This is just UNBELIVABLE when people are doing without these days:

This is an outrage and something should be done! Most of us here have trouble paying for our pills even if we have insurance. Many here have to pay full price. We depend on doctor's samples to get by when we can get them. Many older folk have to choose between heat, eat and medication. Many people are cutting their pills in half, or cutting down the amount they should take.

In the nursing home where I work, the maintenance man told an outrageous story today in the break room. We all know about the nurse and the med cart and folks getting their daily medication. When residents pass on, the pills are thrown away. They don't keep medicine in bottles, it is in blister packs. There is nothing wrong with these pills. The law says these pills must be thrown away, even if the resident had only had 2 or 3 pills out of the months worth.

The maintenance man said that he has to take all these pills that the nurses give him as people die. When he gets a box big enough, they take them out and BURN THEM. There are pills for everything you can imagine and I just can't believe they BURN ALL THESE PILLS when medication is so expensive and people can't afford them.

This is just one nursing home. Imagine all the nursing homes in this country, and I'm sure the hospitals must do this too.
THIS IS AN OUTRAGE. SOMETHING SHOULD BE DONE ABOUT IT!!!!!
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moiraine Hangin' Out In The Lexie Room

Email this entry | Print this entry Nov 24 2007, 08:39 PM

I have been taking Lexapro since August and am on 20mgs. I feel like my brain has packed up and left town. Hanging out in the Lex room I have read many posts that say this same thing, that it causes "mental fog" and people feel "dumbed down". I feel just like I am being moved thru the day by an unseen hand and I have no choice in the matter. I just keep on going until I go to bed, then get up, drink a pot of coffee and face another day. I feel just like a robot. I messaged my T and she said to make sure my med nurse knows about this but the office was closed on Friday. I see her on Dec 3. My mother is coming on the 29th. My brother is bringing her on the plane and then going back home. He will come back for her after the holidays.

I will be so happy to see my mother and my brother. You'd think I'd at least be rushing about cleaning and so forth. I have put plastic up in some windows. But I can't concentrate on getting her room ready and I have to do this and the room has become a "catch-all" room since my daughter moved out. I know she will help me with this. I know in my head what I have to do. Maybe I should make a list. Lists have helped me in the past. Break it down into little steps. Then there's Christmas decorations and the whole 9 yards. It's the full Monty for my mother and I have to get a move-on. Time is running out. Will somebody lend me a working brain for the duration


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moiraine Happy Thanksgiving

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Happy Thanksgiving to all
Love, Moiraine

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