I’m off to Hawaii!
I’ve spent the past few days overcoming
bubonic plague a sinus infection, and trying to adjust my medications to the six-hour time difference. I goofed the first day and while I intended to take my meds three hours later than normal, I accidentally took them eight hours late. Oops.
Pristiq, I love and fear you. Effexor’s supposedly kinder, gently little brother packs a wallop if I miss a dose (or almost miss a dose). Has anyone else experienced that? I was surprised at how quickly the discontinuation symptoms kicked in. I spent most of Friday feeling dizzy and nauseated and brain zappy. Blech.
But I’m much better now, and off to Hawaii in the morning.
I may be the only person in the world who has had to talk herself into a trip to an island paradise. Sad, right? But I guess those of us on the bipolar spectrum have to consider things most people don’t have to consider.
Am I going to get enough sleep?
How long will it take for my circadian rhythm to adjust?
Should I have had my shrink up my dose of Lamictal before this trip?
I was in a very dark place a few months ago, and right now, I’m feeling pretty stable. I don’t want to mess that up.
I did some research on traveling while crazy, and think I’m prepared enough. I guess part of my anxiety comes from doing this trip solo. Michael is still out-of-town and flies back to DC tomorrow night, so he can’t come to Hawaii with me. I wish he could. He’s so good at calming me down when I’m anxious and starting to spiral in one direction or another.
I’m hoping that once I get there, the sunshine and the ocean air will distract me. And the Tiki drinks. Heh.
There are certainly worse places work could send me. I think seeing one Hawaiian sunset is probably worth the trip, alone. And who knows? I might actually have a good time.