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Feb. 11th, 2015 08:38 amI slept badly last night. I've been overheating at night in spite of using really thin blankets. The blankets are thin enough that, even while I'm feeling too hot, I get chilled along whatever bits of skin are directly under the blanket. I actually went down to just a sheet yesterday morning and ended up too hot and too cold simultaneously. I have no idea what's going on with this. I'm too cold during the day when I'm up and about (and, if I try to lie down to nap, I can't get warm) even though we keep the house warmer then than we do at night. I think I'm going to have to bring this up with my doctor when I finally see her in March. I'd really like to get some sleep some time.
I saw my psychiatrist yesterday. We have entirely stopped the Geodon. Starting next week, I'm to increase my dose of Wellbutrin. Right now, I take 100 mg twice a day. I'll be taking 150 in the morning and then 100 at noon for a while. When I run out of 100s, I'll go to 150 twice a day. We'll see if that does anything.
We did discuss the fact that the only medication I ever took that actually helped the anxiety was Nardil, an MAOI. I took that 20+ years ago (I was taking it when Scott and I got married). I'm to think about whether or not I want to try going back on an MAOI. Taking MAOIs involves a restricted diet, but according to my psychiatrist, it's a lot less strict than what I was told to do twenty years ago. I'd mainly have to stay away from spoiled food (not a big part of my) and from fermented things like saurkraut and soy sauce. I would miss soy sauce, especially as it's an ingredient in a lot of the sauces we buy. My psychiatrist said that most cheese is actually safe as one would have to eat the equivalent of a whole wheel of something like parmesan in order to get tyramine poisoning.
When I took Nardil, I couldn't have sausages, lunchmeat, cheese of any sort, chocolate, caffeine, ham, bacon (really any meat that wasn't 'fresh' whatever that means) and a bunch of other things. I had a four page booklet listing all the things I wasn't supposed to eat for fear of killing myself. Tyramine poisoning is scary because it really can kill you. I also had an idiosyncratic reaction-- I couldn't eat fresh fruit at all, and all of the vegetables I ate had to be cooked to death. If I had fruit and/or vegetables, the digestive consequences were dire.
Because of the Nardil, I was only able to eat bread at our wedding reception. There was supposed to be freshly prepared chicken in the kitchen for me, but my mother-in-law decided that was too much trouble and simply asked the caterer if the lunchmeat was fresh. She assumed, in spite of the copy of the pamphlet that I'd given her, that I could eat lunchmeat. I still haven't quite forgiven her for that. I know it's a stupid thing to hold against her, but it's made me not quite trust her on food ever since.
After my appointment, I went to a diner that's in between my doctor's office and the bus station. I had a cheeseburger and fries. It wasn't what I really wanted, but I couldn't face the five block walk to Totoro (and the five block walk back to the bus station after eating), and I couldn't bring myself to try somewhere new. New restaurants are terrifying. I know that they're really fine, that I'm welcome, that I can pay my bill and all of that, but the anxiety gets overwhelming.
Scott had to be ready to go in early this morning, but they called at about 11:15 to say that they wouldn't need him after all. It's nice when they bother to call to let us know. Scott's also scheduled to go in early tomorrow and has had to cancel our usual Wednesday gaming session for this week. We're hoping to meet to play next week, work permitting.
I saw my psychiatrist yesterday. We have entirely stopped the Geodon. Starting next week, I'm to increase my dose of Wellbutrin. Right now, I take 100 mg twice a day. I'll be taking 150 in the morning and then 100 at noon for a while. When I run out of 100s, I'll go to 150 twice a day. We'll see if that does anything.
We did discuss the fact that the only medication I ever took that actually helped the anxiety was Nardil, an MAOI. I took that 20+ years ago (I was taking it when Scott and I got married). I'm to think about whether or not I want to try going back on an MAOI. Taking MAOIs involves a restricted diet, but according to my psychiatrist, it's a lot less strict than what I was told to do twenty years ago. I'd mainly have to stay away from spoiled food (not a big part of my) and from fermented things like saurkraut and soy sauce. I would miss soy sauce, especially as it's an ingredient in a lot of the sauces we buy. My psychiatrist said that most cheese is actually safe as one would have to eat the equivalent of a whole wheel of something like parmesan in order to get tyramine poisoning.
When I took Nardil, I couldn't have sausages, lunchmeat, cheese of any sort, chocolate, caffeine, ham, bacon (really any meat that wasn't 'fresh' whatever that means) and a bunch of other things. I had a four page booklet listing all the things I wasn't supposed to eat for fear of killing myself. Tyramine poisoning is scary because it really can kill you. I also had an idiosyncratic reaction-- I couldn't eat fresh fruit at all, and all of the vegetables I ate had to be cooked to death. If I had fruit and/or vegetables, the digestive consequences were dire.
Because of the Nardil, I was only able to eat bread at our wedding reception. There was supposed to be freshly prepared chicken in the kitchen for me, but my mother-in-law decided that was too much trouble and simply asked the caterer if the lunchmeat was fresh. She assumed, in spite of the copy of the pamphlet that I'd given her, that I could eat lunchmeat. I still haven't quite forgiven her for that. I know it's a stupid thing to hold against her, but it's made me not quite trust her on food ever since.
After my appointment, I went to a diner that's in between my doctor's office and the bus station. I had a cheeseburger and fries. It wasn't what I really wanted, but I couldn't face the five block walk to Totoro (and the five block walk back to the bus station after eating), and I couldn't bring myself to try somewhere new. New restaurants are terrifying. I know that they're really fine, that I'm welcome, that I can pay my bill and all of that, but the anxiety gets overwhelming.
Scott had to be ready to go in early this morning, but they called at about 11:15 to say that they wouldn't need him after all. It's nice when they bother to call to let us know. Scott's also scheduled to go in early tomorrow and has had to cancel our usual Wednesday gaming session for this week. We're hoping to meet to play next week, work permitting.
