Well, here I go. I am in desperate need of a good vent session. Generally those are not pleasant for most humans to witness so if you are NOT me you may want to sit this one out(: I started taking lamactal on Thursday after stopping depacote under doctors care. The first day it made me dizzy for several hours and nauseous for a couple. I was told to try taking it with food. I think I waited too long to eat that first day and that is what caused the side effect. The other problems I seem to be having are headaches every morning which wake me up. It is my sinuses so the netti pot helps that to go away, but then I have trouble getting back to sleep. I have a burning in pain in my neck where my spine is that started only hours after taking it and has not gone away. Last night (day five), I started to get muscle aches in my shoulders and back. This morning I am very stiff and sore. I also noticed that vertigo problem returning. I have had it twice in the last two days. That is when I feel like the floor beneath me is collapsing. I have called the psychiatrist once already. I will be calling again today to let him know if the muscle pain gets any worse, I will stop the medicine. I will not take pain medication every day because my other medicine is causing pain. Okay I feel way better now. Maybe now I can try sleeping again. I am really tired so I hope I can get the pain to stop so I can sleep.
As a kid I watched my parents fight about different things. I don't really have any other parents to compare them to so I can't really say whether they were normal fights couples have or not. I couldn't even say what most of them were about except the ones that were about me. We only ate as a family on holidays. My father came home late so we kids ate without him. I do remember spending time with him in the evening before I went to bed so it couldn't have been that late. My own husband gets home a little later because of his job commute so we eat late every night. But home schooling has given us the ability to be more flexible than my Mom was able to be. We had school early the next day. As I got older, I remember my Father being home less and less and the fights seemed to intensify. I remember one night when I was thirteen. I could hear them yelling through the wall. My mom found me crying and I told her I didn't want them to get a divorce. She told me...
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