… that I think I’m experiencing the sedation side effect of the Zyprexa. Tuesday morning, I was sleeping like a zombie and didn’t wake up until 11:11 AM. This morning, I was sleeping soundly again and wasn’t able to get out of bed in time to go in to work with Terry. Yes, we have two cars and technically I could have driven myself to work once I got up, but if the excessive sleeping is medication-related, there’s no way I’m getting behind the wheel of a dangerous weapon. Instead, Terry came and picked me up when he was between meetings. What a sweetie he is. Barely an ill word about anything during this whole ordeal.
But, it’s not an ordeal. You see, I’m trying to think very positively about myself, my situation, my body, my diagnoses, etc. I believe strongly in the power of positive thinking. And not in the sense of “I’m POSITIVE that I feel rotten and my life’s a mess.” 😆 I love my mother, but she seems to get really gloomy sometimes and refers to my “health issues” like it’s some deadly curse that she thinks is going to send me down the same road that she’s gone, having to go on disability, not being able to afford our house, etc. I hate to even type the words because I don’t want to lend any credibility to those thoughts.
The funny thing is that I don’t even consider myself to have “health issues.” Yes, I have IBS, but so do A LOT of people. Yes, apparently I had an ulcer, but hopefully it’s gone now. And stomach ulcers are very minor in the grand scheme of things. Finally, yes, I have bipolar disorder, but I am FULLY FUNCTIONAL. At least, the vast majority of the time I am.
So, for my sake and my mother’s and that of anyone else who may be wondering: I am fine. I am happy. I am me. My life is good. I have a job that pays wells. I have a fantastic husband. I have a lovely home. I really can’t complain. And that’s where I am. Happy to be me. 😀