The aforementioned reaction to a new drug happened again and got so bad on Sunday that I asked to be taken to the ER. I thought I was having a cardiac coniption or combustion or something. The hospital gave me nitroglycerin under my tongue and recommended that I stay in for observation and tests. I had a room with a sunset-over-the-mountains view, room service, non-stop Olympic coverage on my own personal TV, a Craftmatic adjustable bed, I was wheeled everywhere, and I got nice no-slip socks as a parting gift. Hey, not bad.
Except for the feeling totally mental part.
I had to explain 25 times to 25 people that I had a bipolar diagnosis, what this drug was, and of course no one had heard of it because it's kind of new, and that I was not only having a reaction, but also additional pains that weren't listed in the side effects in the pamphlet. That was the bad part.
My night nurse came to me in the morning as she was leaving her shift to say goodbye. She shared with me that her son is bipolar. She then asked me for advice in dealing with him.
Hell if I know, I'm the patient here and obviously I don't know what I'm doing for myself. Same thing happened with one of the radiology technicians. Everyone's looking for answers. Is bipolar like a freaking epidemic? Too widely diagnosed? I don't know. Do drugs cause bipolar-like symptoms? How do we know? Brain chemistry is so complex.
Now can I say that I'm feeling better? Now that I know everything is okay, that I'm safe, I hope so.