Warning: rambling ahead!
Ever since I’ve been on Lamictal I’ve had problems with varying degrees of nausea. Sometimes quite severe. I’ve missed work for years due to Lamictal nausea and I also spent years trying to figure out what was causing it by going to gastro docs repeatedly who gave me a panoply of medicines which did nothing. My psych doc never told me it could be Lamictal making me sick. I finally figured out it was the Lamictal—don’t remember how, but when I stopped taking a morning dose and only took it at night the daytime nausea remitted and I didn’t miss as much work, though I stayed up many a night quite ill.
The strange thing now is that though I’ve gone from 400 mg of Lamictal down to 50 mg as of tonight the nausea continues and strangely enough has even gotten worse.
I hope some day I can better relay what my current doctor does for me, but in healing my body it seems I get more and more sensitive to the toxic nature of these meds. I cut down the Lamictal and the nausea gets a little better but a day or two later it’s back with a vengeance.
It wakes me up and it’s truly agony—a strangely painful nausea. I don’t have it in the day time most days, though occasionally it sticks around all day. Generally it’s time limited after having ingested the Lamictal. And one odd thing about it is I have never vomited though it can be quite excruciating.
The last three days as I’ve been preparing to move (we moved today!) I’ve had very little sleep because of the nausea. I wake up groaning and try to sleep through it as long as possible, but generally at some point it gets me out of bed and I’m up for a few hours. I drink ginger tea made from fresh ginger and that helps. Tonight, god bless him, my husband went to a 24 hour market as our ginger was left at the old house. We don’t have a refrigerator in the new house until tomorrow. We’d both gone to bed early as we were both wasted with the moving. I was up less than two hours later with the horrible nausea and my dear husband got up with me.
The lack of sleep caused by the nausea has made me cranky and unpleasant to be around. Granted moving is stressful in any case.
Anyway, on a brighter note, we’re in our new home!! It’s so beautiful. I can’t begin to express how happy it makes me. I never felt at home in our last house. Never.
I’m funny in a way about architecture. I love old homes. 1920’s or earlier but especially Victorian and Arts and Craft homes. I especially love built in cabinetry and the architectural features like the windows. When I live in a home from these era’s it feels profoundly different to me. There is an energy in these homes that make me feel like I belong and that I am at home.
It makes me wonder about reincarnation. Was I particularly happy in a past life with this sort of architecture surrounding me? I’m only being half facetious, but I’m such a practical and skeptical person by nature that I feel embarrassed to say such things. It’s simply I don’t know how else to explain the profound peace I feel in this house and in the other houses of this era I’ve lived in previously.
The animals love the house too. It’s much bigger and they can move around freely. Our dog loves the yard. It’s very large and all fenced in. At our other home she was on a very generous lead, but a lead is a lead…
Of course, our dog calls the shots and she’s in the house with us most of the time!
The cats will get to venture outdoors in a week or so. There are many very large old trees in the yard. One of my cats in her younger years used to get stuck up trees. I hope her relative old age will keep her out of the trees. I’m sure she has a great time getting up there, but once she disappeared for 3 days before we found her up a neighbors tree all wet after a rainstorm. It was a horrifying experience.
Anyway our whole family is happy here. And if my cat gets stuck up a tree at least she’ll be nearby and we’ll be able to find her easily.
We need so many things for the house. It’s very expensive to move. We will be living in a sparsely furnished house for a while I think. We’ve already bought a refrigerator and a washer and dryer. That pretty much broke the bank. They arrive tomorrow so we can start living in a move civilized fashion. Right now we’ve got an ice chest with very little in it.
Thank you so much for all the wonderful messages of congratulations and joy at my accomplishment in finishing the Risperdal withdrawal. The outpouring of support was deeply satisfying.