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Showing posts with label mental health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mental health. Show all posts

10.24.2009

We Who Are Your Closest Friends

We Who Are Your Closest Friends


We who are
your closest friends
feel the time
has come to tell you
that every Thursday
we have been meeting,
as a group,
to devise ways
to keep you
in perpetual uncertainty
frustration
discontent and
torture
by neither loving you
as much as you want
nor cutting you adrift.
Your analyst is
in on it,
plus your boyfriend
and your ex-husband;
and we have pledged
to disappoint you
as long as you need us.
In announcing our
association
we realize we have
placed in your hands
a possible antidote
against uncertainty
indeed against ourselves.
But since our Thursday nights
have brought us
to a community
of purpose
rare in itself
with you as
the natural center,
we feel hopeful you
will continue to make unreasonable
demands for affection
if not as a consequence
of your disastrous personality
then for the good of the collective.
-- Phillip Lopate

6.24.2009

no news . . . no posts

I'm starting to get phone calls and emails about the lack of blog posting. I have nothing to report. My life is rather dull these days. If you must know, I have:

  • Watched seasons 1-5 of LOST.
  • Worn a hole in the pad of my index finger playing StoneLoops and Sally's Salon on my iTouch.
  • Watched Breakfast at Tiffany's and Evita And Miss Potter.
  • Taught Chickadee how to play Mancala
  • Taught Dandy how to play Cribbage
  • Read a couple of magazines.
  • Slept a lot. For a month.

See? I told you I was dull.



~Suzanne

5.05.2009

the kindness of a stranger

A few weeks ago I had an ultrasound done by a perfectly nice person who attempted to make a little light conversation with me.

Apparently, a little light conversation was too much for me and I burst into tears and shared some of my challenges. I remember trying to say stoic brave things with a wobbly voice and tears running down my face all the while thinking to myself "Hush, she doesn't need to hear all this." But apparently I needed to say it, so I did. She said some appropriate nothings and we parted ways. Me a bit embarrassed at having unloaded on her, and her with a nice picture of my innards.

Today I got a little box in the mail holding a kind and and thoughtful card and some 'pamper yourself' goodies and an amusing toy and I burst into tears all over again, though a different sort of tears.

Here she is, a busy professional woman, who took time to gather up and send to me some treasures and to reach out with some encouragement. How nice is that?

~Suzanne

4.29.2009

phone + spa massage + new jeans + Cinnabon = better

My darling husband took the day off from work so that I could get away before I went stark raving. For some reason the last round of troubles just set me off and I couldn't find my way back to any sort of balance. Today helped a lot.
  1. I read all your supportive comments.
  2. My favorite chicken, Eva, who had been limping and winging-funny, is all better.
  3. Jamie took over all the child care. Feeding, transporting, micro-managing, the whole thing. (Boy, is HE tired!)
  4. I talked with my best friend and she assured me that I am not, in fact, a horrible person.
  5. I got an appointment with a real attachment therapist that drives up from the Seattle area once a week. You have no idea how hard it has been to find local attachment help.
  6. I talked with our home-study social worker and she gave me some good ideas.
  7. I went and got my first spa massage and then when it was over I stayed in the lovely spa robe and sat in the lovely spa waiting room and looked at the lovely spa waiting room garden and listened to my music and nobody spoke to me for an hour and it was so very very lovely. And quiet.
  8. I went to the mall to get some NYDJ jeans (last jeans purchase was in 2006) and about died when I saw the price. Then one of my former students showed up and showed me some better-fitting jeans and I got two pairs for around $40.00 total.
  9. Then I went to Cinnabon and bought little cinnabons for my family and went home, where I found
  10. A reclining deck chair that I had been wishing for for two years.
  11. I read all your supportive comments again.
~Suzanne

3.17.2009

still here

Still here. Back still hurts. Hail still falling. Nothing to say but BLECH.


~Suzanne

2.17.2009

lexapro withdrawal update

Happy to report that both my husband and I think that the last few days have been a bit better, so I may be through the worst of it. I still have a racing heart feeling, and a constantly tipsy feeling, and sporadic vertigo.

~Suzanne

2.12.2009

perspective


Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson


~Suzanne

2.10.2009

coming off of lexapro: withdrawal symptoms.

After my crazy monkeys darling children came to live with us and my darling father paralyzed himself and my husband worked 7-days-a-week 14-hours-a-day for 3 weeks, I went onto an anti-depressant. It seemed reasonable at the time.

About nine months later I developed (very quickly) arthritis in my hands such that I can't do all that I want to do. I was 44 at the time with no family history of such early arthritis.

My doctor said NOTHING about the possible connection between these two. I've seen the same doc since I was 17 years old. I fired her this morning.

When I was sick last week, I inadvertently missed 5 days of my 10mg-a-day Lexapro. I accidentally went cold-turkey.

Here are my Lexapro withdrawal symptoms. No I don't imagine that you, regular reader, are interested; I'm posting it for the google-people.
  • wobbly-headedness. I feel constantly as if I have had 1/2 glass too much champagne. This isn't as fun as it might sound.
  • nausea and the inability to feel full.
  • thirsty. all. the. time.
  • inability to fall asleep or feel sleepy at the proper time of day.
  • uber-constricted pupils. Little specks of black.
  • aggressive hunger attacks. DO NOT get between me and the snack.
  • cold-flashes. Body temperature plummets and I can't get warm again.
  • crabbiness. I'm giving myself lots of time-outs.
  • racing heart, as if I have had too much caffeine.
I'm seeing my new doctor on Wednesday to see if there is anything to be done for me. It's sad to leave my old doctor and her staff behind. It's more sad to look at my gnarled hands.

They are bad enough that friends look at them and say "Oh My God!" and I don't scold them for cussing, as I am grateful that they are calling God's attention to them, just in case He would like to intervene. And they hurt. Oh, do they hurt.

~Suzanne

8.07.2008

how to help a family with a medical emergency that lands them in I.C.U.

A family in the circle of my circle (i.e. we don't visit each other's homes, but would always stop to chat if we ran into each other) is in a bad spot. Their Dad was injured and is in ICU, which reminds me, of course, of when my Dad was hurt. I've been meaning to jot down what was helpful during those days, so here we go. You'll note that most of these are things that help the injured person's family, not the injured person. Go love on the loved ones.

While they are in the first few days:

Cards.
We collectively -- and I individually -- received piles of cards from people - often from people that were just in the circle of our circle. Every single card was a blessing. In a way, it is just saying "Hey, this IS a big deal and even those of us way out here in acquaintance-land can see that it is a big deal." Of course no one says that out-right -- they all say the same thing, really -- but the meta-message is that they noticed that our world had just crashed.

Care Package for the family members who are sitting vigil. We received these and they were SUPER appreciated:

Go love on the loved ones.

  • slip-on woollie slippers for those sitting at bedside. Hospital floors are cold.
  • notepads and pens - encourage the family to establish a medical log-book. Why? See the medical log-book post.
  • a pretty blank journal that visitors can sign in and leave love notes for savoring later
  • chapstick
  • hand lotion - lavender is clean smelling and has a bit of a perking-up effect, as does lemon
  • healthful snacks with shelf-life or small portions of protein snacks that have no shelf-life. A bit of cheese with a handful of good crackers in a pretty napkin - wonderful. A small cup of hot brothy easy-to-sip soup.
  • boxed juices
  • a little lavender sachet
  • a mini-manicure kit (we were amazed at how often we reached for this)
  • a long bit of string or ribbon and a box of paper clips for a greeting card garland - much wiser than tape if they expect to be discharged or transfered very soon.
  • prayer shawls for drafts (for the patient or the watcher)
  • postage stamps and note-cards
  • SOFT tissues
  • if you are making up a care package, avoid baskets that -- though cute -- take up a great deal of counter-space.

If you have ideas to add to this list, let me know in the comments.



If the injured person is going to be there for awhile, or at a nursing home:
  • scotch tape for posting family pictures on the walls
  • reading material - My Mom said that she really appreciated these: Christian Science Monitor "they always have an article about something pleasant"; Peace Like a River - "books where people overcome hard things and give encouragement that maybe someway my world will be okay too."; The Week: all you need to know about everything that matters.
  • I remember glancing through Reader's Digest& National Geographic, things that you can look at and read and forget that you read over and over again.
  • a little ice-chest for keeping snacks
  • snacks: little cheese, whole-grain biscuits, fruit, juices
  • more notecards and postage stamps and nice pens
When you phone or visit:
Most importantly, DON'T ask the family of the injured person to make you feel better. I can't tell you how many times I found myself trying to comfort others. They didn't intend that, but it went that way anyway, like this:
Other: Oh I can't tell you how badly we feel.
Me: Thanks. It's pretty scary.
Other: I can't image how awful this if for you all. Your poor mother.
Me: Mom's holding up pretty well, considering. . .
Other: Oh but if it were me, I'd just . . .
Me: No, you'd be stronger than you think; you have to be.
Other: Well, it's sounds so awful, I just feel terrible. I cried all night for you all.
Me: We'll be okay. It will all be okay.
Other: Such a terrible accident . . .
Me: I'm sorry, I have to go now.
They didn't intend it at all, but we ended up talking about THEM! When my Dad is in ICU/life-flight/ward 7/nursing home/rehab, I don't care how they feel. I do care very much what they can do to help.

Better:
Other: What a hard time for your family. How can I help?
Me: Go pick up the family dogs and make sure they are safe and fed.
or
Me: Drop by the house and make sure the mail is picked up and there is ready-to-eat food in the fridge, that the kitchen garbage is empty and the garbage can gets to the street on the right day.
or
In other words, express your care and then keep your conversation to practical aid, and not about how badly you feel, because, no matter how badly you feel, they feel worse. Which brings us to the topic of encouragement and support.

If the person you are interacting with is actually taking a much bleaker view of things than the medical situation warrants, then indeed offer encouragement. But if the situation is rather bleak, as ours was, please offer support. Here is an excerpt from my thoughts on encouragement vs support that I shared about 5 months post-injury.

[ . . . ] It is the difference between offering encouragement versus offering support. Encouragement says, 'have hope that things will get better'. Support says, 'wow, this sounds really tough.'

The underlying theme of encouragement is, 'it had better get better, because as is, it sounds pretty hard,' but encouragement doesn't go to the hard place with you. It just tries to rush you past it and onto better days. If your situation is not going to resolve quickly, the rushing appears to be for the other's benefit (not having invest anything into sharing empathy). It is certainly not to the benefit of whomever is struggling.

Another way of looking at is is that people who give empathy are joining me where I am: sad, grieving, fearful. People offering encouragement are asking me to join them where they are: hopeful, optimistic, un-burdened. I think on whole, we have handled Dad's injury as positively as possible, but this doesn't mean I don't grieve. And when I am grieving (approximately every day that has a y in it), I don't want to be pushed back to the happy-place. I need to be supported in the sad place.

So, I have learned that I far prefer empathy over encouragement. How about you?

How then can you provide support?
  • Ask if the on-duty vigil sitter would like a little break. Would they like you to stay? or to accompany them on a little walk? Try to get them outside for a bit of air.
  • Ask for a chore or errand. Accidents happen in the middle of to-do lists at home. If you can step in and take over one of the dangling tasks you can give a little relief. We were out of goat hay and needed a bale picked up. Ask if you can drop off the library books, pick up stuff, drop-off or eggs & bread, take the garbage out, and so forth.
  • Ask "how may we pray" and then ask "would you like to pray now, or shall I take these requests with me". Sometimes we needed prayer right that minute, sometimes we needed to know that we would be lifted up later. Sometimes both.
  • Ask "Would you like to tell how this happened? or are you sick of it for today?" On some days Dad wanted to tell all the gory details, someday he dreaded it.
  • Ask the family members, "How are you doing?" Be prepared for them to either look glibly resilient or to sob on your shoulder, or both, simultaneously. They don't know how they are doing, they've never done this before.
  • If the family has small children or grandchildren, take them off their mom's hands for a few minutes. People came to see Dad and ended up touring the nursing home with my kids so that I could serve Dad. They will never know how much we appreciated them.
  • Recognize that the nursing staff does not meet all the patient's needs, just all the medical needs. The family does the rest and they are busy and tired. Help them. Dad was very very high-maintenance, though I bet he does not remember this.
When the family returns home (with or without their patient)

Cards. again. It's a new stage and they need to know you are with them.

LotsaHelpingHands
~ a terrific free and easy-to-use website for coordinating helpers when we got to that stage. This website acts as a hub for listing and filling needs and saves everyone from tiresome phonecalls. (edited to add this link to a great post on LotsaHelpingHands.)

Here is a short list of really useful ways to bless them:
  • Mow their lawn.
  • Load them up with paper plates, napkins, and glasses.
  • Meals, obviously. And for A LOT longer than you think. Meals that can be a lunch or a dinner are especially thoughtful. Here is a link to two recipes that were brought to our home. Deliver meals in containers that are clearly labeled ("OK to toss or give to Goodwill"). The family you are supporting does not need to be burdened with casserole dish tracking.
  • Fill up their pantry with healthful beverages - if they are in shock, thirst returns before appetite, help them quench their thirst with nutritious beverage.
  • As you move though your day of errands and chores, ask yourself who is doing that for your injured family. Seasonal changes are especially problematic if the man of the house is flat on his back. Storm windows? Snow tires? Anti-freeze? Do they have school-age kids that need to get school supplies? Do they have little kids who need their stockings stuffed?
When they do get to take their partially recovered person home:
  • don't stop visiting. When the injured person is out-of-it, you visited to show love and support the family. Now that the patient is halfway recovered he or she is well enough to be bored and ill enough to be house-bound. Bring the world to them. Visit in person, even if it just 20 minutes on your way home from work. My Dad is 20 months post-injury and though not house-bound, is not exactly traipsing about either. He is very blessed by a handful of friends that visit regularly; he looks forward to it all week.
  • give the #1 care-giver a break. If she or he won't tell you what they need, call their kids and find out. While the injured person was hospitalized, the care-giver had a bit of time-off, going home to rest or feign normality. Now that the patient is home, the already-weary care-giver is now a full-time nursemaid. Ramp up your support of this tired person.
  • take meals over long after everyone else has stopped.
  • pull weeds, mow. They are all at risk for getting depressed right about now. Help their environment look lovely.
  • do some stealth cleaning. Over for a visit? grab a broom, sweep a walk, deadhead a potted plant, slyly toss out the rotten food in the fridge, wipe down a counter, shine the sink. Life is overwhelmingly tiresome for them right now. Every little help is a blessing.
That is my gleaned wisdom from a been-there done-that perspective. What have I missed? What should I add?

Also, if this post was useful to you, please let me know. There is something healing about enduring hardships and getting to help others thereby.

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Best,
~Suzanne






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5.04.2008

so long, farewell . . .


Adios! Gma needs a break and someone has to schlep her luggage.

~Suzanne

4.17.2008

Resolution Check-In

We are four months into the year. How are we doing with our resolutions?

I resolved:

:: to be a more prepared and attentive teacher ~ well I am not teaching at all this quarter so I'm 100% prepared and completely inattentive.
:: to be a more patient and gentle Mom ~ I am trying. I've torn up my "Permission to be Crabby when Provoked" card
:: to get back in the habit of regularly attending church ~ not so well here. I think we've been twice. It doesn't help that our church split and we don't know which camp we want to be in.
:: to read more to my kids ~ a little better
:: to call my friends more often ~ complete failure
:: to do whatever I can to help get Dr. Ron Paul elected President ~ doing my part here
:: to better defend my husband's rest time ~ when he is here I do a great job. It's harder to help him rest when he stays at work though.
:: to work on my manuscript ~ Hmmm. I wonder where it is.
:: to drop 10 more pounds ~ I was doing fine until PW posted her carrot cake recipe.
:: to exercise more ~ a bit more, as gardening season has started
:: to spend very little time in hospitals or nursing homes (although I really don't have any control over this, so I ought not to include it, but it is my fervent hope) ~ so far, so good; only two hospitals this month.


~Suzanne

4.04.2008

condemned

I'm sure I blogged about the fridge and its off-and-on performance. We did the whole Easter meal with a large block of ice on the top shelf of the fridge as the cooling feature was taking the weekend off; I may have overlooked blogging about last week's expensive repair (faulty thermostat . . . duh!). Or about the expensive repair on the dishwasher (glass in filter). And you do recall the car blowing up on the way to Children's Hospital, don't you?

With all that, don't you think it's a bit much to have the furnace guy come out today and condemn our furnace? He shut the gas off and everything and then asked me for $100.

Elle and Captain Smartypants are coming for lunch today. I do hope they dress warmly.

~Suzanne

3.27.2008

bloggy haitus

Apparently, I am taking a little break from blogging. As I've posted at least once a day every day this year, there is plenty to read, it's just not as fresh. I'll be back to my regular yammering next week.

~Suzanne

3.22.2008

Held by Natalie Grant

The holidays were really hard for me when we were waiting for children, and I know that family gatherings are bittersweet for all who have suffered tremendous loss. I'm posting today this video of Natalie Grant's Held from the Awaken album in acknowledgment of holiday sorrows.

I love the song, the lyrics, the singing. I find the video to be too much of 'look at me, I'm so pretty', so my advice is to launch it and listen, but don't watch.


Two months is too little
They let him go
They had no sudden healing.
To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother
While she prays, is appalling.
Who told us we'd be rescued?
What has changed and
Why should we be saved from nightmares?
We're asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it's unfair.

This is what it means to be held.
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive,
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held.

This hand is bitterness.
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows.
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow.

This is what it means to be held.
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held.

If hope if born of suffering,
If this is only the beginning,
Can we not wait, for one hour
Watching for our savior?

This is what it means to be held.
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held.



~Suzanne

2.13.2008

works for me: not much

I'm in a dry spell. I'm bored with all my menus; the class I am teaching either goes really well, or bombs, no idea what influences that; my house is messy; my hair is disobedient; my latte foam didn't foam today; my thumb hurts; I'm bored with my winter wardrobe but it is too cold to pull out the spring things; I don't approve of all this whining and complaining so now I have a guilty feeling for posting this. Maybe you should just come back next week. I'll try to find something perkier to post.

~Suzanne

Some of my favorite Works for Me posts:

Parenting ~
allowances
bad mom?
candy fairy
get out the door
keeping kids occupied
laundry sorting
pick it up (hat tip to Parenting With Love And Logic)
transfer of motivation - clean underwear

Kitchen Arts ~
bread baking
organic blueberries
ready-made waffles
sugar scrub
waxed paper squares

Other ~

How to Sell on eBay



2.07.2008

encouraging words

I'm posting these so that I can come back and read them when I need to:

:: from Serena: You are the answer to his problems. You are not the cause.
:: from Ms. Trengles: You are the most capable person I know. (I have no idea what she is talking about, but I repeat her words to myself and it does make me feel a bit better.
~Suzanne



12.03.2007

more?

Oh yes, because, really, we didn't have enough challenging situations in our lives, we really really did need the basement to flood. Oh yeah.

I am so ready for a New Year.

~Suzanne

11.17.2007

car report

So, I was premature in reporting the car totals. It is $400 to replace the radiator plus another $2,800 to replace the engine and the CV joint (unrelated, but may as well do it at the same time.)

WHHHHhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

~Suzanne

11.16.2007

today's news

$400 to fix car, added to the $100 to tow it.

Chickadee saw the eye-doctor today and has been referred to the surgeon to straighten out her eyes.

No major appliances broke down today.

Dandy has completed his first ever week at school without getting in trouble. You cannot imagine how pleased we are.

~Suzanne

11.15.2007

ack

So, we get up this morning, all organized and prepared for our day trip to Children's Hospital for Chickadee's annual leg x-rays. We try not to stress out too much about the malfunctioning fridge sitting in the kitchen; we take comfort in the fact that our nice friends dropped off a used spare fridge a couple of weeks ago and that the same friend (we hope) will give us wise fridge-repair advice this evening.

However, my cheerful resolve wafted away a mere hour or two later, as steam billowed out from under the hood, so much steam in fact, that passers-by phoned 9-1-1 to report a car on fire. The engine light was on, the temperature gauge was maxed out, and the engine died right as I pulled off to the side of the road.

I am so weary of crises.

A very nice state trooper came by. The Department of Transportation dropped by. The Fire Department dropped by. A big yellow tow truck came by and towed us to the mechanics (40 miles) and took us to Gma & Gpas.

Wha-wha-wha poor me.

~Suzanne