Too much and not enough…

copyright banner salted lithium photo header

spacer

There’s too much to write about at the moment, which means there’s a backlog in my head… which means when I sit down to write about one thing, three other things get in the way.

So, instead of writing about what’s going on, or about my recovery, or my broken foot, I’ve rediscovered the diversionary power of my PS3 and GTA IV.

Some of the things I want to write about:

1. my brother was here for a visit, with his wife and new baby. It was pretty awkward because he thinks I’m doing something wrong by preventing our (abusive and manipulative) grandmother from being near my son.

2. …great, now that’s all I can think about.

3. I saw a documentary recently on NFL running back, Ricky Williams, and his search for himself and some understanding of his role as “father”. It’s called “Run Ricky Run”, and it’s basically his real time recovery from years of abuse and neglect from his father. He turned his back on $30millionUS and spent four years becoming a yoga master, and discovering Hinduism. It was brilliant, and a lot of it made a lot of sense to me.

4. Even though I’ve recovered from most of the direct effects of manic depression, the indirect parts… the behaviours, have become a direct threat to my life through the diabetes. Most likely, because of how long I’ve lived with my blood sugar so high, I will die from diabetes… and what’s preventing me from mending myself, healing myself, is having lived so long with the manic depression without treatment.

…anyway. There are a few others that I can’t remember right now. This is the preview for “Run Ricky Run”…

spacer

YouTube Alert

spacer

I just wanted to basically write something to acknowledge there have been a lot of long pauses between posts on this blog (and my other ones) recently. But it’s mostly because I haven’t been able to concentrate on one specific topic long enough.

I’m still fairly confident this blog (and one of the others) is helping more than hindering my recovery, so it’s still a necessary part of my life… maybe even to my life continuing.

So I’m going to try and limit my distractions over the next few days, and try to spend some time on my own so I can give these issues the time needed to gain some clarity.

Because otherwise they’ll just keep swirling around in my head, causing nothing but damage and confusion.

The short-term plan also includes getting rid of cable… which just sucks my brain dry, so I end up avoiding these issues through culturally induced brain damage.

I guess that’s it for now.

.

...thanks.

.

Posted in Bipolar, Bipolar Disease, Bipolar Disorder, Clinical Depression, crazy people with no pants, Diabetes, Health, Living With Depression, Living With Manic Depression, Manic Depression, Mental Health | 4 Comments

An update on my foot because I finally took my little piggy’s to the ER

copyright banner salted lithium photo header

spacer

“I started [blood-glucose] testing again because I’ve had a pain of varying intensity in my right foot for more than a month now. Surprisingly my plan of doing nothing hasn’t worked, and it has only gotten worse. It’s a burning sensation along the right side, but also more than that.
Basically, my foot hurts. And it has me thinking about the possibility of losing a foot, a leg, my life to this disease.”

“Live by the blood glucose meter, die by the blood glucose meter”, Me; February 18, 2011

spacer

“Time won’t save our souls / Time won’t save my soul / I never thought I’d see it coming / I never thought I’d ever know / Nothing seems to take me over / Nothing seems to let me go…”
“Shuffle Your Feet”, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club; ‘Howl’ (2005)

spacer

Turns out foot pain, or, in layman’s terms, the throbbing pain in my foot, has more than one cause. And, funny thing, in order to find that cause it’s almost a necessity to find a medical professional.

Sitting around with your girlfriend, waving randomly at your foot and whimpering is not, it turns out, a recommended diagnostic procedure. Even if it’s done during House.

Tuesday morning I called my family doctor, thinking I could get an emergency appointment. I told the nurse my foot had been throbbing for over a month, and I thought it was because of the diabetes.

She asked what the numbers were, I told her I was averaging in the low-20’s. She told me to get to the Emergency Room immediately. Then she told me my family doctor would see me… in four months. There’s an entire month’s worth of posts about the Canadian medical system in that sentence.

Continue reading →

Posted in Bipolar, Bipolar Disease, Bipolar Disorder, crazy people with no pants, Diabetes, Health, Living With Depression, Living With Manic Depression, Mental Health, Poverty | 7 Comments

Live by the blood glucose meter, die by the blood glucose meter

copyright banner salted lithium photo header

spacer

“That’s right. My Type Two Diabetes is under control. Moth. Er. Fuck. Er. I got a 7.2 reading on my metre today. A seven point fucking two. Three weeks ago I was bouncing between 12 and 18. Three weeks before that I couldn’t get below 24. Six months ago I was trapped between 26 and 33+. Eight years ago I was an eighteen… today I’m a seven point two.”
“Drawing A Line In The Enamel With A 7.2 Blood Sugar Level”, Me; December 17, 2008

spacer

Facing the reality of my situation has never been difficult for me. I know who I am, and where I’ve brought myself. It’s the next step, reacting to the reality, that’s always been difficult.

I know what’s wrong, I can point to it and stare at it all day. I can even explain what’s wrong, and possibly offer a few solutions. Maybe I get overwhelmed easily when a solution doesn’t immediately present itself.

I know I have diabetes, yet I chose to do nothing to make myself better.

Here’s the thing: after Chernobyl** the Ukrainian government put a giant clock in Kiev. On days with low radiation, or days when it was safe to be outside without a radiation suit, the clock flashed green. On days when you could cook a Pizza Pop by holding it slightly away from your body, the clock flashed red.

Continue reading →

Posted in Bipolar Disease, Bipolar Disorder, crazy people with no pants, Diabetes, Health, Living With Depression, Living With Manic Depression, Manic Depression, Mental Health | Tagged | 13 Comments

I spy with my red little eye something that is…

copyright banner salted lithium photo header

spacer

I’ve been crying steadily for almost two weeks now… but only out of one eye, and mostly because it’s infected, but there are times when it feels real. Like I’m actually crying for an emotional reason, and the infection is a convenient cover.

There have been moments, some long, some not, over the past few weeks when it feels like I’m worn out enough… or worn down enough, that I just want to lay down in the snow. Or disconnect my phone service and retract the staircase to my second storey apartment.

It was my birthday a few days ago. I told my girlfriend, when she asked, that I’d like to just stay in, watch TV and eat apples. Or something. Not because I wanted to be alone, or alone with her, but because I knew the other options would all fail.

The last remaining people in this village I can call “friends” without feeling like I’m lying, are in England until March. If anyone else I had once been friends with had showed up at a party I’d have known it was out of guilt. Or I’d feel guilty for having lost touch.

Continue reading →

Posted in Bipolar Disease, Bipolar Disorder, Clinical Depression, crazy people with no pants, CSG, Depression, Family, Granny, Health, Little Victor, Living With Depression, Living With Manic Depression, Manic Depression, Mental Health | Tagged | 6 Comments

The Fifth Of Five Lists: My Brain Injuries

copyright banner salted lithium photo header

spacer

The Fifth Of Five Lists: My Brain Injuries: One of the most important tools to my recovery has been lists. A year into my recovery I started making lists to sort out my memories, including embarrassing memories, favourite movies, friends I’ve lost and the fifty-two places I’ve lived. Getting them out on paper has allowed me to place important events which were otherwise confused and scrambled into some order. In my opinion these lists can be very helpful to someone with manic depression or clinical depressions as a means of putting perspective into our lives. As proof I’m offering my lists.

This is a list of definite brain injuries I’ve suffered over the years. I was knocked unconscious at least three times between the ages of seven and twelve, and again when I was seventeen. I’m not sure if that’s considered a little, or a lot… but it feels significant.

spacer

There were other head-centred injuries, which were basically concussions where, afterwards, I saw stars and was woozy for an hour or two. But, from what I can remember (heh), there were only the four times when I was knocked out. It’s strange, I’ve been trying to put together this list for weeks, but the more I try to remember these incidents the faster they fade away.

The idea for this list came long before I found out about the research into the brains of professional athletes. The research is showing a direct link between multiple concussions and severe depression. I’m fairly sure that I don’t qualify, I never played in the NFL, and I never had four or five concussions in a month. but I also haven’t read anything defining “multiple”.

spacer

“While most people recover from concussions, a few experience persistent problems with memory or other neurological functions. Doctors believe individuals who experience severe or multiple concussions may be at a greater risk for neurological disease later in life than the average person… . Researchers know concussions disrupt chemical reactions in the brain and this imbalance may be what leads to depression.” — Harvard Medical School Family Health Guide, 2003

spacer

I started exhibiting the symptoms of manic depression when I was, roughly, seventeen. So I doubt my head injuries are to blame for the severe depression and manias I went through from 1987 until, roughly, 2009. But the damage from even a single concussion can effect the rest of your life, and there are many studies connecting concussions suffered in early adulthood to severe depression in middle age.

The symptoms are also very similar, at least between post-concussion syndrome (PCS) and unipolar depression. According to the Mayo Clinic, the symptoms of PCS include “headaches, dizziness, fatigue, irritability, anxiety, insomnia, loss of concentration and memory, and noise and light sensitivity”.

Continue reading →

Posted in Bipolar, Bipolar Disease, Bipolar Disorder, Clinical Depression, crazy people with no pants, Health, Living With Depression, Living With Manic Depression, Manic Depression, Mental Health, Salted Lists | 3 Comments

My dreams have become disillusioned with my reality

copyright banner salted lithium photo header

spacer

This week I had a remarkable dream. It was 1992 and I was standing in front of my girlfriend, and we were arguing.

…there were several times while we dated where I could barely scrape together the $1.50 in bus fare to get to her place in Blackburn Hamlet. So, after the movie or dinner or whatever, Mary would either drive me home, or give me some change for the ride back.

But occasionally we would get into an argument over something fairly stupid, and I’d leave. I’d get halfway to the bus stop before realizing I had no way to pay for a bus ride, so I’d have to go back, knock on her door and ask her for change.

There was one occasion where we actually broke up (over three years there were a few break ups) when she admitted to me she had cheated with a school friend — a driveway blowjob in his Camaro. I told her it was over and left. A few minutes later I had to knock on her door and ask for change. It was something like a ten or twelve mile walk back to my place, and it was late. I don’t think I had a choice.

Continue reading →

Posted in Bipolar, Bipolar Disease, Bipolar Disorder, Clinical Depression, crazy people with no pants, Health, Living With Depression, Living With Manic Depression, Manic Depression, Mary, Mental Health | Leave a comment