Well things have definitely been interesting . . .
Christmas eve my housemate was taken off all his psychotropic medication because his ck levels were high. They were at the same level as the ck levels of an athlete after a long race. He started going psychotic on Christmas day and I basically acted as a nursemaid until he came out of it about 3 days later. He was walking around the place naked and I had to lock our balcony security door so that he wouldn't walk off down the street.
Anyway, after he came out of it we went up to the hospital for a "please help" and "please explain". They started him back on one of his tablets and arranged for him to have regular contact with the crisis team and a medication review etc. Since then he's actually been doing extremely well.
Enough about him and the background information ...
I have slept 2.5 nights in the last 2 weeks. Christmas night I began to vomit up my medication and any food I ate ... This continued for about 7 days. I've been slowly trying to get myself back to some state of normality.
I saw my GP last week and told him that I hadn't slept for x number of days and had been regularly vomiting and he told me to "just go home and get some sleep". I tried to explain to him that I couldn't but he just kept coming back with "you can". *sigh*
I tidied everything up at my old place - got back the full rental bond and so forth and picked up everything that I could find that I had left behind. Considering how weak I was feeling by then, I'm surprised that I could even make the short walks that I had to do in order to make my appointments etc on that day. I nearly collapsed walking across a road for goodness sake!
Now I can take my medication if I space it out so that I'm not trying to take 5 or so tablets at once, but it means that it takes me far longer to actually take the damn things and now I'm starting to resent having to take them.
Ha, one more thing. I went manic as hell on New Year's eve. I jumped out my bedroom window giggling and then ran up and down the street. I'm very lucky that I didn't break any bones when I jumped out the window.
I think I'm living on the catastrophe curve . . .
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