i’m still sleeping way more than i should: 7 – 9 hours a night, and then a 2-hr. nap every afternoon. the routine for the first half of my day is now like this:
wake up
feed cats
small meal
Internet
shower
small meal
read
nap
the sleep study is scheduled for February 9. the p-doc was happy to hear that i’m having this done, especially because the ENT suspected the sleep apnea independent of its depression-like mood symptoms. (he looked up my nose with an endoscope.) the p-doc says that if the sleep apnea explains away the physical symtoms (lack of energy, chronic fatigue, excessive sleep) but i still have the mood symptoms of depression, then we’ll again discuss ECT.
as it is, i’m on the combination of anti-depressants (Cymbalta and Wellbutrin) given to people whose depression is unresponsive to all of the other meds. and believe me, i’ve been on just about every anti-depressant except for Prozac because he doesn’t think it’s strong enough for me.
he doesn’t believe that the Wellbutrin is causing my anxiety, so i’m still on 300mg. however, once i’ve finished whatever Ritalin i have, that’s it for that.
my anxiety (or patience? or both?) is getting worse. i didn’t make it to my therapist appointment today. in fact, i was worried about it last week because the whole looking for parking thing gets me all worked up. (what if i can’t find a parking spot? what if i do, but it’s at a meter that you’re not supposed park at between 4 and 6pm, and my session goes past 4? omg—did i bring enough quarters?) normally this doesn’t bother me, but for the past few weeks it has. i couldn’t even face calling her myself so i asked Brian to do it. i’m not even going to make an appointment for a while, until i’m certain i can make it.
of course i could take public transportation, but since i haven’t used it in at least a year, i get all anxious about that, too.
i was planning to pick Brian up from work yesterday. he was supposed to call me at 4:30 after a meeting, but he didn’t call ‘til after 5, which completely threw me off. when my anxiety is high like this, if the day doesn’t go as planned, then i get totally confused and become immobilized. as a result, i never made it to the post office to mail the bills and ship an order for my little online LEGO shop. i didn’t make it today, either, since i didn’t leave to go to the therapist. i just couldn’t make myself leave the apartment.
even as i’m typing this, my heart is starting to race and i’m starting to feel nauseous, so i guess i’ll stop.