Tuesday, October 30, 2007

lists

Interesting finds on the Web:

Ravelry- a needlework site; I need to put up some pics of the scarves and shawls I've made.

NaBloPoMo - since I won't be doing NaNoWriMo in November because I have too much scriptwriting to do, this is the next best thing

Love letters from authors - yesterday's was from Margaret Atwood; today's is from Neil Gaiman

other various and insundry:

I found out that my lit class in December is on Jane Austen. Yay! We're reading four of her novels in a month, two of which are my favorites by her. Can't wait. What a yummy way to get through some of winter. Take that, seasonal affective disorder!

My friend Stephen finally e-mailed me from Switzerland. He's doing the high-speed version of an MBA, the lunatic. Anywho, talking to him reminds me that I need to start thinking and planning for a year-long sabbatical so that I can figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Did you know there's such a thing as a sabbatical coach?

I'm trying to decide what movies to watch tomorrow for Halloween. I've got The Great Pumpkin, Arsenic and Old Lace, High Spirits, Haunted Honeymoon, Young Frankenstein, The Nightmare Before Christmas, The Ghost and Mrs Muir, and Bedknobs and Broomsticks.

I'm about to buy a new car, or at least, a new-to-me car. It's due to arrive this weekend.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

my story

Many people have been asking, "What is it with you and these panic attacks?" So here's my story...
I had my first panic attack when I was 22. I had the typical symptoms – racing heartbeat, chest pain and pressure, trouble breathing, lightheadedness, nausea, tingling in my hands. Because cardiovascular disease runs in my family, I thought I might be having a heart attack. I had blood tests done, which showed nothing unusual. I also had an echocardiogram done – given the family history of heart problems, and given that in women, panic attack symptoms are almost identical to heart attack symptoms, the doctor wanted to rule out that I'd not had a heart attack. The echo was normal as well.

Life was stressful when I first started having panic attacks. I was just out of college and hadn't found a job yet, my parents announced that they were separating and would probably get divorced, and that put pressure on me to want to move out. So it's not a big stretch to say I had enough stress to trigger a panic attack. Later on, I found out that several people in my family have had panic attacks, so I have a predisposition to them as well.

I was put on a series of meds, mainly SSRIs, and referred to a psychotherapist. I experienced severe side effects from the meds, even on the lowest doses. One gave me headaches, one made me dizzy, one made me feel as if I had a fever all the time, one made me lethargic. It felt like trading one illness for another. I have been off and on meds as a result.

I have to admit I'm a little indifferent to psychotherapy. One reason is that it's crucial to find a therapist you click with, and given how restrictive health insurance is, this is a huge challenge. I find it more "therapeutic" to talk to people I do click with (and who don't even charge a co-pay): my mom, my sister, my friends, my acupuncturist. Another reason is that I think I'm pretty much "talked out." I know what my triggers are, I know I have a worry type of personality, I know I'm an introvert and internalize a lot of things. I don't find going over these things again and again every time I panic overly helpful. In other words, I've been through the discovery phase of this disorder, and now I'm in the management phase. Oddly, though, I've yet to be referred to a cognitive behavioral therapist, and that is a treatment I would like to learn more about. I've also recently heard about eye movement desensitization and reprocessing, which sounds intriguing.

Most of what I know about panic disorder is from what I've read on my own. The doctors and psychotherapists weren't exactly forthcoming with information. I was simply told that I was panicking when I didn't need to be, probably because of stress, and that meds and talking would make them go away. Although that's true, it's more complex than that. On my own, I discovered that poor diet, mineral deficiencies, lack of exercise, side effects of medication, and certain physical conditions such as hypoglycemia, hyperthyroidism, and mitral valve prolapse can also contribute to panic disorder.

My panic attacks usually occur at night when I'm falling asleep. In fact, I've woken up out of sound sleep because of them. Nocturnal panic attacks often occur in the transition from lighter sleep to deeper sleep. Not much else is known about them beyond that, let alone how to treat them. Consequently, I'm a light sleeper these days. It's a vicious cycle really – panic at night, which leads to sleep deprivation, which means being less functional and healthy during the day, which can cause worry that another attack will occur the next night, which leads to anticipatory anxiety, which can tip right into another nighttime panic attack.

In addition, my attacks seem to have active and remission phases. I can go for months without any attacks, and then suddenly, they appear again. They usually follow a long bout of stressful situations. For example, this summer, I was laid off from work, was unemployed for a month and a half, found a new job, had to put my dog down two days before starting the new job, was in a minor car accident, started a grad school program, and the air conditioner in my condo quit working. All of this happened in the span of a couple of months, and eventually, it was going to catch up with me in the form of panic, which it has in the last few weeks.

Although my panic attacks are uncomfortable and scary, they are less scary than they were when I first had them because I now know what they are, and I can usually pinpoint the stresses that may have triggered them. Knowledge truly is power.

The most important piece of knowledge that I have gained is to take care of myself. There is such a thing as a good kind of selfish. When you look after yourself well, you are better able to look after others. Conversely, when you have depleted your own energy and reserves, you have nothing you can give to others. This is a difficult lesson to learn, and I am still learning it. I am not perfect – I don't exercise as often as I should, I don't eat as well as I should, I put off doing things that I enjoy doing in favor of things I "have" to do, I isolate myself too often. I slip up more times that I care to count, and I pay for it with panic. I see panic as my body's way of saying, "Oy! I'm fed up with being neglected, and this is what I have to do to get your attention and get you to do something about it!" Fair enough.

Although I think meds are helpful despite their side effects, I don't think they're the only solution. I have tried some other things as well, such as yoga, supplements, and acupuncture. In my experience, these are good additions to medication, and can even help to offset some of the side effects of medication.

Currently, I'm on Lexapro, I'm getting acupuncture once a week, I try to get out into the sunshine at least 20 minutes a day, or sit in front of a full-spectrum light when the weather isn't cooperating, I'm taking fish oil and calcium supplements (on the advice of my acupuncturist because they not only enhance the efficacy of SSRIs, but they also should be taken when you're trying to get off SSRIs and are dealing with the withdrawal symptoms), and I've upped my dose of B complex. I'm also eating better, cutting back down on caffeine and sugar (which can trigger panic attacks), walking every day, and getting to bed earlier, which consequently means I'm up earlier and actually getting to work on time for a change. This latest round of attacks seems to have subsided, and I'm feeling human again, thank heaven.

So that's my sordid sob story for those who wanted to know.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

channeling elizabeth

Em and I saw Elizabeth: The Golden Age last night. Fantastic film. Just as good as the first one. Cate Blanchett was awesome again as Elizabeth I. Actually, she was so awesome, it was scary sometimes. There are scenes where you forget it's an actress playing the role, and instead, you think you're really watching Elizabeth. Geoffrey Rush and Clive Owen were good too, although Clive Owen's lines seemed a little too poetic.

The costumes were gorgeous. Em's favorite was the purple dress with the red hair. My favorite was Elizabeth in the suit of armor with the long hair let down. I wish I had hair like that. I need to get that poster and frame it and hang it up somewhere.

I was impressed with how they handled the historic events - how upset Elizabeth was at having to condemn Mary to death, her insistence that Catholics were free to worship as they chose provided they didn't break any laws, and just overall portraying Elizabeth as a human being with a temper, a sense of humor, fear, jealousy, loneliness, longing.

Well worth seeing. I do suggest watching the first one, if you've not seen it, before seeing this one. It gives you a better orientation to her early life and how she came to the throne. I wonder if they'll do a third one about the rest of her life.

I have to confess that I was reminded of Miranda Richardson's version of Elizabeth in the Blackadder series. If someone countered something that she'd said, and it displeased her, her response was, in a high-pitched, slightly crazed voice, "Who's queen?" And they had fun with the potatoes too.

Monday, October 22, 2007

random musings

I had an anxiety-free day finally, and I slept well last night. I hope that means the meds, supplements, and exercise are kicking in.

I read the India section of Eat Pray Love in one sitting yesterday; now it's on to Indonesia, and then I'll probably go back and read the whole thing again because it was so good.

Stephen Fry has a new blog entry about addiction that is hilarious. He's in the US now filming a documentary about visiting all 50 states. Keep an eye out for his London cab.

My latest homework assignment is to write a master scene list for my screenplay. Now we're getting into the heavy writing. Yay! Since I'm screenwriting through next month, I've decided not to NaNo this year, though I shall miss it. I do intend to listen to WriMo radio to see what Neil Gaiman advises about writing.

And speaking of Neil Gaiman, the audiobook version of Neverwhere is being released tomorrow, just in time for my next audible.com download.

I made the egg, tomato, spinach thingy for dinner tonight. It's sort of a cross between a souffle and a quiche. It wasn't half bad. Two fixes: whip the egg whites more, add soy cheese.

There's a neat documentary out there called WordPlay, which I saw recently. It's about the New York Times crossword puzzle. There are people that can do it in under five minutes. I attempt the Sunday Washington Post Magazine crossword every week, but I'm no great shakes at it.

I'm in the mood for some Deborah Kerr movies. Her creepy ones - The Innocents and Black Narcissus - are just as good as her comedies - An Affair to Remember, Dream Wife, The Grass is Greener, Casino Royale.

The building I work in is across the street from Merriweather Post Pavilion. While I was taking a sun break this afternoon, I got to listen to the Shins rehearse "Phantom Limb." They sounded great.

Right. Back to master scene list.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

the ol' switcheroo

I felt miserable yesterday, and it was hard to get any work done. When I took Zoloft before, I had few, if any, side effects from it. Not this time. Nausea, no appetite, foggy-headed, chest pressure, agitation off and on all day, and even hot flashes, and the weather was giving me a headache. Yuck.

After two weeks of this, I'd had enough. I tried called my doctor in the morning, but the phone just kept ringing. I tried again in the afternoon, and they put my message through to the doctor (apparently, the power was out for four hours, and that's why my first call didn't go through).

The doctor called me in the early evening, and I told her about all the side effects, and asked if I should stay on the Zoloft. She said it was odd because I was her fourth patient in two weeks who was having trouble with Zoloft. Usually, she has no problem prescribing it. She said she'd switch me to Lexapro, which is in the same drug class, but is more neutral as far as side effects. She even faxed in the prescription to the pharmacy for me, bless her.

Last night, I did nothing except lay on the couch and watch movies. I have a homework assignment due on Sunday, but I'm ahead on it anyway, so I'm not worried about it. Just talking to the doctor made me feel better. Doing nothing except lounging made me feel better too. I even slept decently, no need for Xanax.

I felt tons better this morning. I had a decent breakfast, went for a walk around the lake and said hello to quite a few cute puppies, ran errands, got new meds, and now am puttering around the house cleaning while the cat snoozes (she's been keeping guard over me at night). The doctor said I could start the Lexapro immediately, so I took it this morning. So far, just an ever-so-slight headache, and that's it. I don't know if that's because I've got two weeks of Zoloft in me so my body is a little more used to the drug class or if it's a better med. Frankly, I don't really care. I'm just grateful to feel closer to normal again.

I can tell I'm getting back to normal because I'm taking an interest in things again. I'm curious to read Eric Clapton's autobiography and the new biography about Charles Shultz. I'm in the India section of Eat Pray Love. And I've actually got the energy to try a new egg, tomato, and spinach recipe.

Right. Back to homework.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

the saga continues...

Right. I started taking Zoloft again. Perhaps my body isn't used to it after being off of it for so long, but it revs you up at first apparently (how ironic is that?). It got so bad that on Friday night around 1 am, my pulse was 100+, which isn't good. I ended up going to the ER, where they did a battery of tests - blood, X-rays, CAT scan. They gave me an IV of Ativan, which brought my heart rate down a bit, but not enough, so then they gave me an IV of atenolol, which a beta blocker, and that brought my heart rate down more satisfactorily. So now I'm on a beta blocker, an SSRI (the Zoloft, which probably put me in the ER in the first place), and a benzodiazapine. My body is definitely not used to being on that much medication.

All the bloodwork looked fine, although I'm still waiting to hear about my thyroid levels. Hyperthyroidism could cause the symptoms that I have. So could hypoglycemia, Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome, mitral valve prolapse (my mom has this). I suspect I will be having some more tests done to rule all of those things out to make sure it is just plain old panic.

At the moment, I'm assuming it's just panic attacks, although this latest round seems to be holding on longer than usual, and I'm jittery off and on during the day, which again, is probably the Zoloft. It can take 4 to 6 weeks for the SSRI to really kick in. I seem to have a relapse/remission type of panic. I'll be fine for awhile, no panic at all for months at a time, and then they suddenly show up again. Yuck.

I'm still managing to keep working, and I've kept up with my classes, so that's good. I also have an amazing support system. My sister took me to the ER and stayed with me the whole time - she only got a couple of hours of sleep and then had to work all day Saturday. My mom, my sister, and my acupuncturist have all called me daily to check on me. My acupuncturist gave me a late-night treatment and didn't charge me for it, and my sister gave me a manicure/pedicure/haircut on Saturday to make me feel better, which it did. Sitting in the massage chair while getting the pedicure definitely helped too. I've also decided to go for acupuncture on a weekly basis for awhile until I settle down again.

My acupuncturist also says to start taking fish oil as that can offset the side effects of the Zoloft. Apparently, when people are trying to get off antidepressants, they should take massive amounts of fish oil. Who knew?

I would really like to feel normal and healthy again soon, so prayers and good thoughts are appreciated.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

thursday thirteen


Thirteen things to do this fall:

1. Go see the Edward Hopper exhibit at the National Gallery.

2. Write second screenplay.

3. Participate in NaNoWriMo.

4. Buy a new (or new-to-me) car.

5. See if my flower press works as well with leaves.

6. Go see new Elizabeth movie.

7. Get my hair chopped off this Saturday.

8. Get some new watercolors (and actually use them).

9. Find a new volunteer job.

10. Figure out a way to make gluten-free popovers and yorkshire pudding that rise and actually taste good.

11. Put up some artwork in my office.

12. Get out into the sunshine more (acupuncturist's orders).

13. Finish crocheting blanket and shawls so as to be a credit to my grandmothers.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

"I had an accident...with a bun."

Right. Doc says to go back on the meds and have a physical and blood tests in a month, just to make sure it's not a thyroid issue or hypoglycemia and because I'm due for a physical anyway.
Because my brain is going haywire recently, I started being ridiculous imagining all the bad things that could show up in the blood tests, which is more or less a swan dive right into panic mode. That's no good. Bad, Cate, bad. Stop that.

Speaking of hypoglycemia, I had so many meetings today that I wasn't able to eat much, and while driving home, I started feeling...weird. Not panicky, but a bit lightheaded, my arms felt slightly tingly, and things started looking like they were in extra-sharp focus. As soon as I got home, I made a vegetable, brown rice, chicken stir fry thingy, and felt better after eating that.

I have an acupuncture appointment tomorrow. I'm kind of dreading it. Karen will be so disappointed that I've had this whopping great setback, especially after doing so well. Still, maybe chi is stuck somewhere that she can unstick for me, and these attacks will pass.

While I was working on some homework assignments, I decided I needed some entertainment. I had downloaded some audiobooks recently, so I fired one up on the laptop - Stephen Fry reading the Paddington Bear stories - that's where the blog title comes from. The way he reads that line is hilarious. Listening to someone read to me is rather comforting, especially when it's a story I liked when I was a kid. Did I mention I have a Paddington Bear? Everyone needs one, in my opinion. Good for morale.

Monday, October 8, 2007

blammo

NOT the best weekend I've ever had. My panic attacks have come back with a vengeance, so most of the weekend was spent dealing with the shakes and their side effects at night and catching up on sleep during the day because the attacks won't let me sleep. Today, I feel like one big ache and yawn. And I was doing so well...

What's odd is that things have settled down. My work problems seem to be resolving. I did well in my first grad class, and I'm enjoying the second one. Fall is looking nice, although the hot weather needs to go. The fender-bender incident looks to be resolved on all sides. The air conditioner is fixed. I'm reading good books and watching good films and writing a lot. What is there to panic about?

The only explanation I can come up with is that these sudden attacks are aftereffects of the stress of the summer - rejected for one job, laid off from one job (both of these in the same company), dog died, got another job, new job not what it was supposed to be, started grad school, A/C breaks, minor car accident. You can't say my summer hasn't been lively. It's also change of season - I never do those well, and fall can't seem to make up its mind if it's here or not - it was positively sweltering yesterday.

I find that I can get through the stress of an event when the event is occurring, and then I fall apart afterwards. That's the only explanation I can come up with for this recent bout of attacks - accumulated stress results in one big episode of falling apart. And may I say, it sucks.

I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and an acupuncture appointment on Thursday. I suspect the doctor will want to put me back on Zoloft and Xanax, and give me something to help me sleep, at least short-term. I hate pills. I really do. And what are they going to do to my writing? However, my life is not such that I can suddenly drop responsibilities to fall apart and recover. I have to keep functioning regardless of my body and/or mind rebelling, and in fact, keeping myself functioning means the panic doesn't get to take over my life. I consider pills a short-term solution to help pull myself together and get back to feeling stable. My biggest fear is becoming dependent on them.

I did manage to get out for a walk around the lake yesterday morning before it got too hot. That did me a lot of good - lake air, lots of animals, trees showing off a riot of colors, and interesting conversations to overhear. The best one was between two guys talking about their diets. Actually, it was one guy doing most of the talking about what he was and wasn't eating and when he was or wasn't eating and how much weight he'd lost (14 pounds). It was exactly the sort of conversation you hear from women, and for whatever reason, that made it all the more entertaining.

I also did all the reading for the next topic in my screenwriting class, and even managed a rough outline for the screenplay I have to write, so I'm a little ahead there.

Fortunately, today was a quiet day at work. I only had one 15-minute meeting and a chat with my office mate, who has decided to go back to her old job because they made her a great offer, and the rest of the day was spent editing.

What I need and want most of all right now is sleep - a good, deep, uninterrupted-by-my-brain-deciding-to-go-haywire sleep. On a regular basis. I don't think that's asking too much.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

thursday thirteen

An aside: I just got my grades for the papers I wrote for my pedagogy class. The class design paper, which I thought was the better of the two papers, actually got a lower score, and I got full marks for the other one. You never can tell, can you? Oh well, I squeaked in with an A, so I'm happy. And now, on with today's 13:


Thirteen Habits I Need to Break


1. Falling asleep with the TV on.

2. Checking e-mail more times than is necessary.

3. Mailing things at the last minute.

4. Finding a million other things to do besides write.

5. Going crazy with the munchies on the weekend.

6. Buying more books even though I've got stacks of unread books at home.

7. Finding a million other things to do besides paint.

8. Twirling locks of hair while I'm editing - all those split ends!

9. Forgetting to take my cell phone with me in the mornings when I leave for work.

10. Hitting the snooze button too many times.

11. Skipping breakfast.

12. Putting off daily walks "until tomorrow."

13. Leaving chipped nail polish on for far too long - how unsightly!



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they finally get it

I had a meeting today with my boss and her boss to talk about my job and the need for a coordinator to take over part of it so that I can do what they hired me to do - write. During the first half hour, my boss and I were discouraged. Her boss said that based on what he'd seen and heard, it didn't sound like it was asking too much to expect me to write and edit and coordinate and do admin stuff and that it was an inefficient process that was the problem. My boss was a little miffed at that because she and I had instituted a process that had actually eliminated a lot of problems and inefficiencies.

Then we figured out that he's a numbers/statistics/percentages person. Once we put it in those terms, he got the idea:

He asked me, "How much time do you spend doing QA?"

I said, "50 percent."

He asked, "What do you do with the other 50 percent?"

I said, "Create and update spreadsheets, create process flowcharts, track people down and find out where they are with what we need them to do."

He said, "So you're not doing much writing, then, are you?"

I said, "Nope."

He said, "What are you supposed to be writing?"

I said, "I'm supposed to be writing all the patient messages, working with the Harvard people to write and edit the expanded patient messages, and create the Web files for them."

He said, "And you're not doing any of that now?"

I said, "Nope."

Then my boss jumped in, "We'll need her to write the provider messages at some point too, and the wellness campaigns, and the wellness messages for the new brochures, and re-do all the messages if we decide to go with the new presentation format, and go back and revise all the Harvard messages that were written before she got here."

He said, "Oh. I get it now."

My boss also pointed out that every other department was being allowed to hire people right and left, but Communications was just her and me.

Sigh. Keep your fingers crossed that they do work this out and get someone in here to help me soon. In the meantime, I at least have a screenwriting class that lets me get my writing binge taken care of. Small mercies.