Bad Haiku

AM Meds - Adderall ER (60mg) Galantamine (8mg) Deplin (15mg) PM Meds - Abilify (10mg) Wellbutrin (300mg) Lamictal (100mg) Someone tell me why the fuck I am so tired all the goddamn time. I could sleep the day away. I have no gumption. I have no verve or willpower. My house is a mess. Please send help.

So my husband has significant allergies that cause him to be deeply, horribly nauseated in the mornings until he eats, and sometimes it lasts after eating, and he's asked me to look into possible solutions or suggestions from the folks here. I'm writing this on his behalf, and with his permission. He currently takes Pristiq (150mg), Lisinopril (for BP) , Hydrochlorothiazide (for BP), Deplin (for MTHFR + Depression), Gabapentin (for RLS), Trazodone (for sleep) and then also Zyrtec daily for his allergies but still has severe nausea some days. Can anyone make any recommendations on what he should try instead?

Ya'll it's so fucking hot here. My portable AC isn't keeping up and it shows. Us big tiddy goth girls are melting in this goddamn heat.

I habitually make iced tea and keep a pitcher of it in the fridge for the thirst after taking my meds. Granted, I know that tea is a diuretic and it will make me piss even more than the meds do, but it beats the hell out of our nasty tapwater. Edit: Also no, you aren't flushing the meds out of your system faster than you otherwise would metabolize them.

I really hope that you get what you need out of this stay bby. Remember to take loose fitting clothes with no strings or zippers, and something to do. Soak up the peace.

Full disclosure, I am not male, but I've known someone who tried to get implants and they did not heal well. I would seriously avoid this if there is literally any other option. He was left with some serious scars and erections for him are now painful and there is no sign of that being treatable for him. My husband had problems with ED on Pristiq but he was given a small dose of Wellbutrin on top of it and it seriously helped him.

I was in the same situation. Was diagnosed as BPII with psychosis and later re-diagnosed as Schizoaffective (Bipolar Type) with paranoia. (My current doctor can't seem to decide if I'm schizoaffective or schizophrenic, but honestly it doesn't seem to matter all that much aside from the billing aspect.) While the medicinal treatment is much the same, it feels good to have my situation actually acknowledged by a professional and treated seriously, even if I think my current psychiatrist is a fucking ass-clown douchenozzle fuckface. My re-diagnosis happened as a result of a near-miss psychotic break. I'd been living in a concrete and brick loft for several years and was constantly hearing my neighbors making noise and walking, talking, and gradually became more and more paranoid that they could hear me or smell us or something else. After a very stressful move to a house in a city about an hour away, I realized I was -still- hearing the same shit that I had believed was my neighbors, and became paranoid that our landlord was watching us. My husband came home one night and found me on a stepladder unscrewing all the air vents in the house looking for cameras to prove my paranoia right, and very kindly helped me check everywhere and then helped me put everything back where it had been. Then he told me I needed to call my psychiatrist and stayed up with me until morning to insist that I do so. I'm glad he did. I'd always had auditory hallucinations, even in my early twenties, but my psychiatrists at the time always dismissed it because I have ADHD and they thought it was 'auditory processing disorders' and later attributed it to BPII. Even on heavy medication I still hear shit, murmuring like a radio tuned to NPR in another room, the indistinct cadence of human voices punctuated by laughter or nattering bits of song. I also hear tones, buzzing, and the doorbell. Sometimes the doorbell especially will wake me out of a dead sleep, and on those days I'll hear it all day, but thankfully I have three cats, and if they don't alert to the sound, I know it isn't real. When I am getting bad, when 'shit is getting weird' I start hearing imminent voices in the room with me, usually saying very negative things, but Abilify has helped cut down on that and I like it very much aside from the constant slow weight-gain I seem to experience on it. Negative symptoms are really my biggest problem right now. I have a great deal of apathy, difficulty socializing verbally, a great deal of self-neglect and neglect-of-household/spouse, and I am beginning to recognize that the neglect, especially in the case of my household and husband are a form of abuse and am trying like hell to put a stop to that for his sake, if not my own. My house is a mess, my body is a mess, and it's hard to find the willpower and the want to do anything about that, but I'm trying to keep my shit together. I wish I had some helpful tips on how to deal with these things, but I don't. Not really.

I'm with you bby. I've gained since quarantine started and I was already overweight to begin with. I don't like looking at myself in the mirror, and it's harder to bathe because in order to do so I have to get naked and look at my body and what I'm slowly turning into. In an effort to combat this, I'm trying to do what I can to reduce my portion sizes and not eat as much during the day, but I know that reduction in calories alone won't do the job for me. (I still have PCOS despite having had a hysterectomy, because my busted-ass ovaries are still there and still generating androgens.) Maybe commit to 10 or 15 minutes of strenuous activity per day? I'll do it with you. ❤️

I went through a period where I lost weight despite being on Lamical, Wellbutrin, and Abilify, but it was pretty straightforward. I went to the gym every day, did a combination of cardio and weight training, and I dropped easily about 50 lbs in about six months. Unfortunately I lost the gumption and the drive to continue going at some point and regained it all back and some. I wish I had a better ending for you. At least, this way, I know it's possible and that I'm capable of doing it, even if I can't make myself do it right now. Maybe I'll try again soon.