Drunk backseat driver…

When we’ve been out drinkin’ a bit and you’re much more intoxicated than I am, please try and remember these rules. Commit them to memory, as I’m sure there will be a pop-quiz sometime soon.

  • Don’t tell me not to light my own cigarettes. I’ve been smoking longer than I’ve been driving — the process is second nature and I’m quite good at it. Besides that, trying to get at the lit cigarette you’re dangling in front of my face is really quit difficult and much more distracting than lighting my own.
  • Please don’t try to take things out of my hands. Especially lit cigarettes. Especially after spending the past 10 minutes explaining why I should be concentrating on the road rather than lighting my own smokes. That red hot ember burning a hole through a few layers of skin is a touch distracting and I believe we’re trying to avoid that.
  • Don’t tell me, over and over and over and over, why I should be using the cruise-control. I’m not nearly as drunk as you are and I’m quite happy with the way the pedals work. I feel much more in control — and it keeps my right foot from getting bored.
  • Don’t get mad when I ask you to stop yelling at me. A few seconds ago you’re primary goal was to keep me from being distracted; the yelling is a bit of a contradiction.  It’s frustrating and will eventually end with me telling you to shut the fuck up at the top of my voice which will in turn make you sad and angry.  Lets avoid that.
  • Don’t give me directions unless I ask for them. I know where I’m going. I just drove there, the 1 shot and 4 beers I’ve had over the past 4 hours have not erased my memory.
  • When you insist on giving me directions, please consider that you’re wrong and if I take the path you’ve chosen, we’ll likely end up in Joliet rather than your house. Don’t get pissy when I tell you your wrong and PLEASE don’t get even pissier when you realize that I’m right. Again, not conducive to my concentrating.
  • When the radio starts playing that song I like and I try to turn it up, don’t grab my hand, turn the radio off and explain to me why I shouldn’t be adjusting the radio. A) It’s really frustrating — I just wanna listen to my song. B) Jerking my hand causes a chain reaction. It is attached to the rest of my body. My body is currently working a couple of pedals and a steering wheel. You see what I’m getting at with this one?
  • The drive home is not a great time for you to explain to me why you think I’m as drunk as you are. Here’s how this works. A) You weight 105lbs and I weight over twice that. B) I’ve consumed less. C) You have refused to eat a damn thing, so you’re tiny little ass currently being fueled by nothing but Miller light and Jagermeister. I don’t care how you do the math, I’m still sober when your blood alcohol level is well over .08 — Sorry if this seems unfair, but it’s just the way it works.

Thats all — Just follow those simple rules and we’re golden.

* Note to the general public: I do not in any way advise you drive drunk. Even if you’re not drunk, take a cab. Drinking and driving can land you in a stinky jail cell with really rude cops and people that would otherwise be homeless. Also, you could kill someone — and that entails crying, a dead person, lots more jail time, probably some guilt and lots of other undesirable things.

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Incorrect diagnosis? Bipolar vs. Severe Atypical Depression…

So, I’m really concerned about someone that is very close to me… She’s been diagnosed as having Severe Atypical Depression and I hate to second guess her shrink, but I think he’s wrong.

A little note:

I won’t mention her name or even an initial. Although I do keep this journal a pretty good secret from most people, I’d hate for someone who knows the two of us to eventually put 2 and 2 together. Not that talking about this sort of thing is bad, but so many people are quick to judge and label this type of thing … I’m just going to keep it as anonymous as possible.

I’m going to describe her from my point of view and share a few insights that she’s given me. I’m going to try and do this in a way that’s very neutral — Not holding back, but not judging her behavior either. It’s going to be a bit difficult as, I’ll admit, I’m very biased.

Since I don’t outline anything I write, and I try not to revise too much, this may come out as a bunch of randomness or a cohesive group of statements. Neither you or I will know ’til I’m done writing it and you’re done reading.

mandepOk, so I think the Dx is wrong. Since the Dx is wrong, the Rx is (probably) wrong. In the end a bad Dx + a bad Rx probably = a pointless spinning of wheels and a liver thats getting pounded for no reason.

Sometimes she really does fit the Dx of someone that’s severely and chronically depressed. Lets run down her behavior and make sure we agree. She:

  • Feels helpless and empty.
  • Hypersomnia (Sleeps forever sometimes, Insomnia others).
  • Endless self-loathing.
  • Unable to feel pleasure — of any kind.
  • No energy.
  • Suicidal thoughts … and unfortunately intentions.

All those typical indicators … All the obvious things you’d tell your PDoc about, right. Now here’s where the problem starts… Despite having all those indicators she also:

  • Becomes extremely irritable.
  • Talks on ten levels of tangents.
  • Makes lists and gets ultra organized (We’re not talkin’ about your average make a shopping list behavior).
  • Doesn’t “Give a shit” — not in the depressed, just don’t care way, but in the aggressive intentional distancing way.
  • Things are very black and white — there is no gray area.

While I can see these things as indicators of a manic state, from our conversations I don’t think she’s aware of these things a lot of the time. In not being aware of them (to the extent that a 3rd party like myself or others around her are) I don’t know that she expresses them to her PDoc — which I think may be a common reason for mis-diagnosis of a bipolar patient.

Now, lets add some alcohol. Yeah, she likes to party a bit — as do I. So when we add a few drinks we get all the above behavior — both the depressive and the manic. Usually the cycle goes from a daily/weekly rotation to a washer on the spin cycle. Sometimes she’ll go the whole night in a good place, sometimes it’ll be a bad place — but both sides are elevated 100%.

To make things worse — she gets pretty neurotic … Now, most of us are neurotic to some extent, and for many of us this behavior is magnified when we’re intoxicated so maybe this isn’t an indicator of anything at all, but sometimes I wonder.

“He is incapable of holding an external dialog. Even when he seems to be interacting with someone else – the narcissist is actually engaged in a self-referential discourse. To the narcissist, all other people are cardboard cut-outs, two dimensional animated cartoon characters, or symbols. They exist only in his mind. He is startled when they deviate from the script and prove to be complex and autonomous.”
– Sam Vaknin

Although that quote only describes her when she’s really has too much, it does (from an outside and much more sober point of view) seem like the places she’s coming from. In her defense, I have seen the world from that place once or twice (or 10 times) after having a few too many as well, so again — maybe nothing.

Ok, so … Thats where I’m gonna stop. I’m distracted and having a real hard time writing much more about it — I’m even pondering deleting the last few paragraphs, but since I don’t really want to censor myself I guess it’s gotta stay.

What it all boils down to is that I’m worried about her.

Effexor XR  75Her current Rx (Effexor, Lamictal and one other med I can’t remember) isn’t working so she’s weening off the Effexor and on to Cymbalta (Quickly moving up to 30mg BID instead of trying 20mg BID to start).

Her suicidal confessions to me the other night.

I just can stand to see my best friend in this state. And I surely can’t stand by just watching and waiting if I think she’s been mis-diagnosed.

I’m guessing if anyone reads this they’ll have an opinion one way or the other — Tell me what you think.

Don’t try and make light of it please — Feel free to be negative about any other post on the site, but not here. If you can’t be constructive, I’ll kindly ask you to shut the fuck up.

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$120.00

taxiFor fuckin’ cab fare.

I think this is the first time in my life I’ve spent more money on getting around to get drunk than I spent on getting drunk. I’m pretty sure I could have jumped a jet to Vegas for less.

Ah, the price we pay for having a good time and staying out of jail. A really good time.

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She said …

Right now I’m so drunk and ecstatically happy that I’m not sure how to exactly describe it…it’s similar to being lit on fire, I suppose, if one could imagine such a thing.

Maybe it’s the company…

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Not hung over?!

Ok, so … First of all, lets run down a list of what I consumed last night…

PBR LogoHarp LogoJagermeister LogoCaptain Morgan Logo   gray2 Double Captain and Cokes, 6 Pints of PBR, 4 Pints of Harp and 4 or 5 shots of Jager. Keep in mind that I didn’t get started ’til around 10:30 or so and the night was over at 4am… Needless to say, I got stinkin’ drunk.

But why no hangover? Well – I’m a skeptic when it comes to hangover cures. Until last night, the best I’d found was to chase 4 Excedrin with 2 pints of water before going to bed, but truth be told, it never really cured the hangover 100% and really, who wants to pour 2 pints of water into a beer bloated body.

So anyway – when I was at the NRA (National Restuarant Association) show a couple weeks back, one of the million or so exibitors handed me some new herbal concoction called Drinkin’ Mate. It’s really nothing more than Guava Leaf Extract, some salt and some flavoring (grape!) all packed into a effervecent, Alkaseltzer-like, pill.

Long story short. In my drunken haze I noticed it sitting there when stumbled into the house, managed to get it into a glass of water without spilling it all over the kitchen floor and downed it. I didn’t really expect it to work, but what the hell, right?

Woke up with a tiny hangover – shocked really. By the time I rolled out of bed and went through my normal morning ritual and had a cup of java, I was feeling 100%… Drinkin\' MateWas it a fluke or was it the Drinkin’ Mate? Hell if I know. What I do know is that on any other morning-after I’d be struggling to get my head up off the pillow without blowin’ chunks.

So – for now, I’m giving Drinkin’ Mate the thumbs up. I’ll give it a try again the next time I go on a mini-bender and let ya all know if this is the real deal or I just got lucky.

Cheers!

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