Posts tagged medications
Another Good Day in 2012
I spent some time with my mom and grandparents earlier. I had made roast and vegetables for dinner. It turned out pretty damn good. It wasn’t perfect, but it was only the second time I’ve made a roast. Granny had also gone to the doctor yesterday and got good news. Her defibulator/pacemaker is finally helping. The last adjustment they made worked and the doctor is taking her off some of her medications. Hearing that was a big relief. With all the loss the second half of 2011 brought, it is wonderful to have some great news for a change. Granny’s health is important to me. I couldn’t handle losing her or Pawpa.
Male Sexual Dysfunction, Is it Just in Your Head?
Guys, we know the last thing we want to hear is…Erectile Dysfunction! I think for some of us that is worse than hearing we are mentally ill! What is more of an issue is that many of the medications we might have to take have the dreaded “Sexual Side Effects.”
ER Visit Reinforced my Disdain for Doctors and Hospitals
I finally bit the bullet and went to the E.R. about 23 hours ago. I went because the body-wracking coughs haven’t improved, despite antibiotics that were $19 a pill and breathing treatments, as well as several OTC treatments and home remedies. The pain in my side had worsened again, so I was concerned that the Physician Assistant’s1 kidney stone hypothesis may have been correct.
I went to the OSU Medical Center2 E.R. I hadn’t been there since a few years before the name change. I had forgotten it was now associated with OSU and I was wearing one of my OU t-shirts. Oops.
I arrived around 1am and the waiting room was empty. I had a fleeting desire to turn around and leave, but I stayed because no one was waiting and I knew it wouldn’t take forever to see a real doctor3.
Within 10 minutes I was following a nurse to a room in the E.R. He asked the basic questions while building rapport and then began prepping me for vitals. While he was putting the blood pressure cuff on, three people in white lab coats barged into the room and started bombarding me with questions.
On MLK, Jr. Day: I, Too, Have a Dream
I know this was written over a month ago, but I just stumbled upon it earlier. I found it to be a very touching article. I hope we live to see this dream come true.
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In celebration of Martin Luther King, Jr.:
I have a dream that one day I won’t hold my breath every time I tell a person that I suffer from bipolar disorder, that I won’t feel shameful in confessing my mental illness.
I have a dream that people won’t feel the need to applaud me for my courage on writing and speaking publicly about my disease, because the diagnosis of depression and bipolar disorder would be understood no differently than that of diabetes, arthritis, or dementia.
I have a dream that the research into genetics of mood disorders will continue to pinpoint specific genes that may predispose individuals and families to depression and bipolar disorder (like the gene G72/G30, located on chromosome 13q), just as specific genes associated with schizophrenia and obsessive-compulsive disorder have been located and identified.







