New Meds

I know, I know. The purpose of blogging is to do it everyday, not monthly. I guess I've been in escape mode with m2m coming back into the picture from her trip back east.

Well, the good news is that m2m's primary care provider had a really good psychiatrist join their practice recently. So we signed her up for a visit. He's Harvard and Yale educated so he's got that going for him and he immediately took proactive measures to try some different medications (Wellbutrin XL and Abilify) which is all I really care about. He is slowly weaning her off of Seroquil. She's still on Lamictil as well.

Interestingly, during her first week after meeting with him, she had one of her most stable weeks in the past year. I'd say we were both cautiously optimistic. Actually, on the inside, I was totally stoked, but I just couldn't believe it.

And, as it turns out, it was fleeting...this week has been a mess. Depression in full swing. Calls of sorrow and sobbing.

But, who knows....we'll give the new meds a chance. Nothing to lose.

Spotting the Signs

It's interesting how I'm getting really good as spotting the signs of m2m's mania. At first, it's really subtle. It's a quick migration from topic to topic. It's a bit of a smile. It's a story about taking a friend or neighbor out to lunch.

But, the biggest sign of all is a fast, flat out denial of the potential of being manic.

Me: "I think you might be swinging a bit to the high side."
m2m: "No way. I slept xx hours last night."

Two days later the symptoms are more noticable when I speak with her on the phone. She jumps from topic to topic. Mentions that she found the golf balls she'd gotten for me as a present for xmas...(I'm glad she did, now I give her back the Nike Power Lady golf balls she'd wrapped for me instead).

So now, the conversation is different:

Me: "You sure you're not feeling a bit manic?"
m2m: "Well, yeah, maybe a bit."

I'm Inspector Clouseau...nothing gets by me. But, I wished I was wrong.