Posted by rainy on April 14, 2005, at 7:27:41
In reply to Re: topomax pain-ramping schedule » rainy, posted by headachequeen on April 13, 2005, at 18:31:54
That must be why the twenties-something clerk at Trader Joe's called me "Dear" yesterday and I, in the clutches of an impending hypomanic episode quired sweetly if I'd heared correctly. "Did you call me 'Dear'?" I asked menacinely as if I were going to chew his tail off. Changing it to "M'am" or however you spell it allowed me to escacpe the store with some dignity and internal laughter instead of the steady growl increased nefazodone seems to be inducing in me lately.
Paintmom, I feel like I'm in my 30's. My mother's favorite adjective for me was immature--she feared that I'd never grow up, whatever that means. I am not elegant and I have to face the grouchies on a daily basis and don't do it with much grace. I swear with enjoyment, but too much. Since increasing the AD I've made some life decisions, like Sunday will be my last church service in the denomination where my husband has been minister for 30 some years--just can't stand it any longer (not church--we've only been here for less than 2 years) and I am not, I repeat NOT cook supper or cleaning up after it at least one night a week.
I am afraid of gaining weight and I want to go up a little more on this medication because I think I'm less depressed but the Topamax has stopped its magic re eating disorder which has been a problem since I was 15, and there are other issues.
So age is like truth, variable, many sided and often up to the beholder and the one who experiences it.
I am no spring chicken but I'm not decrepit yet, either.