What a day! Life altering changes explained…
Alright, two huge things happened today in which I’m going to discuss here. If I were to attempt to post it via twitter I’d be like 400 tweets later and that would be bad. First a little back story as to what’s been going on … Mike got all four of his wisdom teeth pulled yesterday morning. He was absolutely miserable all day long. Needless to say, he drove me nuts and I nearly killed him. He got better though. He’s slowly healing. In frustration, I threw my phone, fried it, and now I have a new one. I got a phone call back from these apartments we were interested in looking at.
Today we went to look at the apartment. We found the ad on craigslist about it and it was in the paper. We were really excited about it but we didn’t want to get our hopes too high and end up upset. Well, it was within our price range. Basically our rent increased at the place we’re at now – its a low income housing and rent here was $10 cheaper or $15 more (there were two apartments available) So, we go take a look. We were intrigued by the ad which states that its only $565-590 a month, some apartments are 1185sqft, air conditioner, dishwasher, locked basement, laundry facilities, parking, etc.
It’s in a decent area. We weren’t looking to move so far east, but regardless our commute to Mike’s work and his parents (which is where the kids go a lot when we need sitters for whatever) is way shorter than what it is now. We looked at the first apartment which was a lower. It was at $590, which was a little more than we wanted to pay. We were looking to pay either the same as what we paid now ($575) or less. We still wanted to take a look though. We walked in and noticed that the layout of the apartment was very similar to ours but extremely bigger. (We believe our apartment is about 600-700sqft) so another 200sqft makes a HUGE difference. The kitchen is smaller than our current apartment, which sucks but I was willing to sacrifice it (for now). There is a nice big coat closet and a nice linen closet. There were two bedrooms that were HUGE. The bathroom was very spacious with an extra large vanity which I loved. The tiling and bathroom was outdated – but it’s an apartment, I cannot complain. There are two parking spaces for our cars which is definitely a plus. And since we’re on the road, our guests wouldn’t have to worry about guest parking but could park on the street if necessary… I’m not even going to describe the other one; we didn’t get it anyways.
We wanted to fill out an application right away. Mike was extremely nervous about the price but we figured if we have to get rid of some of the extras we have right now, so be it. We had to pay the security deposit before even applying which is something I’ve never had to do before but luckily we had the money to do it. We ran to the bank, signed our lives away, and was told “We’ll let you know if the credit check comes through.” It did. She calls us two hours later to know that we were approved and we can move in as soon as March 15th if we wanted to. We’re planning to move around the last weekend of March though. — I’m so excited. I’m happy to get out of the shit hole apartment in which I’m in now. I am sacrificing a few things with this place, but its worth it.
Moving on. I see a new “pdoc” or psychiatrist today. I went in there with a straight forward mind with what I wanted and needed. I walked in and he asked “how are you doing?” like they always do. I told him “I’m fine. Great even.” He asked what’s going on and I said everything I could straight to the point. “I’m bipolar. I would like a mood stabilizer. I’m currently manic, that could be due to the fact that I was given Wellbutrin to quit smoking. I have not quit smoking. I don’t know when I plan to. Obviously I’m aware that the medicine will do nothing until I’m ready to quit. I just don’t know when that is. I’ve gotten an evaluation with the doctor at building #3 and I have seen Donna Roy already. She gave me geodon – I had massive side effects. I couldn’t physically lift myself out of bed. I was then given Abilify and I got so sick I wound up in the hospital for dehydration and non-stop throwing up. I stopped all medication and decided to not see Donna Roy anymore and came to you.”
He nodded his head and proceeded to do the normal, “Well, what exactly do you mean you’re manic. What are your symptoms that you’re having that make you believe you’re manic.” Heh. This pissed me off. I wasn’t having it. This might be the last doctor available, but he obviously knows what he’s doing, and I obviously am in one of those I just don’t give a flying fuck about a single thing anymore type of moods.
I looked at him and said, “I’m manic. I’ve been diagnosed with bipolar since I was around 13 years old. I know manic means. I’ve been having racing thoughts. I stay up for hours. I feel invincible and that causes me to get in a lot of trouble. I basically could give a flying crap about anything at this moment. Obviously, when I’m depressed I’m the exact opposite.”
He starts to ask if I was ever given Lamictal, or Depakote? I told him no.I gave him the run down to all the medications I have had. Geodon, Abilify, Zoloft, Prozac, Citalopram. That’s it. No mood stabilizers. None. EVER.
He told me he was going to prescribe me Depakote. I am going to have to read up on this but so far everyone has told me this is a miracle drug. I’m going to fill the prescription tomorrow. I was prescribed to take (2) 500mg pills at night. He told me to come back in 4 weeks, and he also gave me the phone number to their therapists and psychologists so I can get back in to that. I told him I’d think it over, mainly because my last psychologist fell asleep on me. He was shocked. He was ALSO shocked no one had given me a mood stabilizer before. I made sure he was well aware that the nurse practitioner that I had seen before right in the next room didn’t even prescribe it for me. He was really nice. (An hour late, but nice regardless) His appointments are extremely hard to get, and he’s ALWAYS running late. I sat there for an hour. Which was normal, if not fast for him.
So anyways, that was my day. Holy shit right? I’m excited. I’m going to fill my medication tomorrow and start it tomorrow. We’ll see how it works. I’m completely overwhelmed at this point about moving. The packing, the moving, everything. You figure, this apartment is the first place I’ve stayed at longer than 6 months in the past 15 years. Also, when I moved back then, I was told “Get the fuck out.” Which means EVERYTHING I owned would get thrown in to boxes, moved, and unpacked all in one day. I have to wait a month and a few weeks before we move. Which means, I have PLENTY of time to pack and stuff. I almost wish I didn’t have the kids over the next few weeks so I could really go through everything. Get rid of all the junk and crap. Donate whatever needs to be donated. Take whatever is being sold to his Mom’s house, etc. I’m not sure what we’re going to do with all our junk, but I guess I have a while to think that over. I’m freaking out… but in a sense, its in a good way.
