Just over a month ago, I had my gall bladder surgically removed. I thought my present inertia, low motivation, and low energy were due to a slow recuperation. The slow recuperation included my digestive system shutting down and being kept overnight at the hospital instead of being released the same day. It also included feeling like I was drunk for over a week from the anesthesia. It has been just over a month and I am appalled at how sluggishly I proceed through my days.
This past week, I’ve made more of an effort to get back to “normal.” Although, honestly, I no longer know what normal is for me. It has been difficult to begin and to follow through on that which I want to accomplish. My mood has been: Meh.
An Illustration
My husband is out of town assisting his parents and probably won’t be home on my birthday this Sunday. I had a wee bit of a pity party on Tuesday after he left, then mentally snapped my fingers at myself. So, what shall I do to celebrate my birthday? Have friends over? Hmm, maybe. Sounds like a lot of work, though. And having people over really doesn’t sound enjoyable at the moment. I really don’t feel like doing anything. So, my birthday is a few days away. Meh, whatever.
I told my children that my birthday is coming. They are designing me my dream home in Mine Craft as I write.
“Mom, come see the house we’re making you!”
Meh, whatever.
“Mom, we have a horse for you!”
Meh, whatever.
I do not like this apathetic me.
Brain Disease
Treating brain disease is all by trial and error. The psychiatrist I was working with a year ago thought it might be beneficial to reduce the medicines I was taking for depression. At that time I was on Wellbutrin and Lexipro and was able to reduce them both by half. Working with my current psychiatrist, I was finally able to wean off the Lexipro in early spring. The hope was that 150 mg of Wellbutrin would be enough to treat my depression.
An hour ago I arrived home from a psychiatric appointment. I thought I would be discussing medicine trials for ADHD, but discovered that this experiment with reduced medication for depression has not been a success. The doctor says he has seen a slow drift into low motivation, low energy, and poor follow through for some time. In other words, he has seen me slowly drift back into depression. I have not been fully aware of this drift, but his diagnosis rings true. This past week for the first time I have wondered if my current struggles to be productive have been due to an increase in depression symptoms. It isn’t a thought I spent time considering, so today’s diagnosis did surprise me. Becoming weepy in his office while discussing how I was (or wasn’t!) doing also surprised me.
The Next Experiment
We have decided to increase the dosage of Wellbutrin from 150 mg back to the 300 mg I was on a year ago. When I first went on Wellbutrin, it appeared to cause irrational irritability. So my doctor at that time also prescribed 10 mg of Lexipro, which I no longer take. We shall see how I do on an increase of my current medication. When my husband returns, I get to ask him to watch for rising irritability. Happy *bleep*ing Birthday.
My depression battle has not been Diagnosis > Treatment > Improvement. It’s more like a long march with unforeseen obstacles in our path. Currently I’m in the ravine. Again.
And, yes, I am still trusting God for the big picture.
I’m praying for this time in the ravine, Ellen. It stinks.
Thanks, Tim. I want to say something snarky and silly about it being smelly in the ravine, but I’ve got nothing.
You can always snark some other day. Today’s a good day just for saying how the ravine stinks.
I think there is village refuse down here! I’m not refuse and I know I’m not destined to stay here for eternity.
Amen. Psalm 40 was written for a reason.
Ellen, I’m sorry you’re going through this. I’ve had experience with both meds (along with a bunch of others!) and I know it’s hard to get that “right” combination of meds/dosage and balance it against side effects/tolerance. It never feels like a linear journey. More like a tangled mess of spaghetti noodle, with one end stuck to the plate and the other in someone’s mouth! (Like Lady and the Tramp, minus the kissing part.) But God is still there. Hugs and prayers and an early Happy Birthday wish.
Thanks, Laura. Love the spaghetti analogy!
We have some cats here who would like to sing Happy Birthday to You — via Skype. Of course, we’ll be praying, too.
*That* would probably get Aspen interested in communicating via Skype!
Well then, Leopold, Percival, Arthur, Super Dave, Theoretica de’ Medici and Marge would all be happy to oblige.
🙂
Praying for this valley of the journey. And for the grace to make it up and out again.
Thank you, Randy!
It sounds like you have a great doctor who is really paying attention to how you’re doing. Grateful for your honesty here. It’s a gift to many others.
Yesterday certainly made me aware of the importance of continuing to work with a psychiatrist. Thank you for the compliments on my honesty. It’s amazing to me how helpful it is to communicate the struggle. Writing about it and publishing it greatly mitigated my distress.
Praying for you sister. Sorry this is so hard x
Thank you, Emma!
I know that place. It sucks. I hope the meds help. Also hope nobody ever judges you for this, as the church sometimes does, because it’s normal. If anything, my depression had helped me realize how helpless I am before God.
Your kids sound pretty great 😉 Minecraft house? How sweet of them!
Hi Elizabeth! Sorry it took me so long to notice your comment!
I am improving, yay! And my kids building a Minecraft house was a two-fold present: it occupied them for a long time, and they designed something for me. 😉