Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Because Zoloft Sucks

 
 
Some of this might seem "too personal". I don't care. Get over it. Don't read it if you're going to feel weird about knowing some of the dark secrets I have. I'm trying to be honest and open and tell you what your doctor certainly wont.
I have been on Zoloft for the better part of the past 4 years. It all started with the birth of Reed and the dark pit of post partum depression I fell into.
You can read about that HERE if you wish.
I was given the gift of 4 free therapy sessions a few months after Asher was born when I was having panic attacks several times a day for no reason.
Post partum depression has an evil twin called post partum anxiety. I was now dealing with both. My body has taken a beating growing and birthing these 4 sweet children in just over 4 years and as a result, I'm a nut case. So I've been medicated to keep the crazy somewhat under control.
2 weeks ago my doctor cut me off without warning. Said I had to see a psychiatrist if I wanted more meds but that was going to cost an absurd amount of money. My only choice was to go semi-cold turkey off of an anti depressant. Let me tell you this was not pretty.
I just wanted/want to crawl out of my own skin and run away screaming.
From some serious moments of despair and sobbing to night sweats and insomnia I had a range of all the symptoms. I almost passed out in a grocery store. Brain zaps, tunnel vision, nausea...the works. Thankfully I haven't had suicidal thoughts which is apparently one of the withdrawal symptoms. I have had other disturbing thoughts but those are fading.
I am slowly, very slowly coming out of all the withdrawl symptoms. I wish someone would have told me about this before I went on this poison. I wish I lived in a state that had medical marijuana. Herbs before scripts friends!
I noticed something 2 days ago: I can smell and taste EVERYTHING! I had no idea that Zoloft could mute such things but apparently it did. I feel like I'm tasting and smelling things for the first time. Its all so exciting!
If I could go back I don't think I would have NOT started taking this medicine. I didn't really have much of a choice back then.
Will my "crazy" come back? Possibly. But I must press on with Jesus, my natural remedies, and plenty of hugs, and not getting pregnant.
 
 
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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

24 Lessons From A Multiple Food Allergy Family

 
Reed's Allergies: dairy, goat dairy, eggs, all fish, all nuts, gluten, and mustard
Izzy's Allergies: cashews
 
 
FYI: 1-4 are the reason I'm writing a book
 
1: if something is gluten free it will definitely have eggs
 
2: if something is vegan it will have gluten
 
3: if something is vegan AND gluten free it will have nuts
 
4: if something is free of "normal" allergens it will most likely have mustard
 
5: people will say things like "because of people like you..."
 
6: {insert rude comment about how your child's food allergies is ruining someone elses life}
 
7: you will not be invited places
 
8: you will be invited and then told "but we're having boiled eggs,  peanut butter icecream, and fried fish"
 
9: you will be told you're being over protective by not having eggs and milk in your house
 
10: you will be "weird"
 
11: you will have nightmares
 
12: you will find out who your real friends are
 
13: you will be unable to find a loaf of store bought bread that doesn't taste like soap or cost you under $10
 
14: buying "safe" icecream will break the bank
 
15: doing your taxes takes as much time as a person who owns their own small business
16: life saving medicine is stupid expensive
 
17: you will be turned away from some activities when a person says "we're not changing anything just for one family"
 
18: you will learn that you just have to do whats right for your family no matter what anybody else says to try to make you feel bad
 
19: most days will feel like "you against the world"
 
20: you will be thankful for everyday that your child lives because of all the close calls
 
21: old people will not even understand what you're talking about when you say "anaphylactic shock" from food
 
22: feeding your kid a new food will be terrifying
 
23: every year that you go back for testing you will hope the numbers have gone down and when they have gone up instead you'll say "maybe next year"
 
24: you will instantly fall in love with anybody who makes an extra effort to keep your kid safe
 
 
 
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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Stay At Home Mama and Blue Collar Man


I stay at home. I knew I would do this since I was a kid. Obviously, since my mom did so would I right? Chris wanted me to stay home with our babies as well and we had a talk about this before we were even engaged. 
This isn't everyone's choice. It's ours though, and I will not be made to feel like I'm less of a woman for doing it. I don't stay at home because I have a husband with a fancy job and we are rich. Quite the opposite. We are still a pay-check to pay-check family just like most of the country these days. Don't assume that just   because I'm not working we are loaded. We decided to make sacrifices to keep me here: barefoot in the kitchen. Although after doing some research I'm not entirely sure how people afford to have 2 working parents? Have you seem the price of daycare? We would actually lose money if I wanted I go back to work. 
Anyway, not rich. Poor and happy. No fancy vacations, no eating out every week, no credit cards or loans, but we are happy. I am happy in my roll and he in his. 
I feel extremely blessed that I have the opportunity to be here while Chris works all day. We could have a crap ton of debt and school loans. He could be lazy and put us on welfare. He could be a jerk and tell me I have to go to work. But no, he sacrifices himself for us and we love him all the more for it. He gets up when it's still dark, puts on his well worn boots and his hard hat and leaves before the sun is up. He comes home tired and dirty some days (dirtier the better! Am I right ladies?!). He scrubs dirt and paint from his hands. He plays with the kids. He loves on me. And he does it all again the next day. I am a lucky girl. 

Monday, February 24, 2014

10 Steps To (anaphylactic free) Playground Fun


Since we are quickly approaching (have reached?) park season, I wish to enlighten all of you people who eat normal food.

I will likely offend at least 2 people who will take this personally and be angry about how I want my child to have a safe place to play too. 
Not sorry.
You like your kids enough to want to keep them alive don't you?
Guess what, me too. Crazy, I know. How dare I.
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Steps to having a safe, somewhat stress free (ok thats a lie) day at the park:
1. pack a safe lunch (duh)
if you can't do step 1 you should probably just drop your kids off at the nearest child services office right now

2. check med bag for epi pens/benedryl/inhalers
you already knew they were there but you have to check and probably re-check because you cannot leave the house with out them. absolutely. can. not.
especially when dealing with the possibility of 20 other people who use puppy chow as confetti

3. drive to park

4. pull into parking lot, see 5 kids running around, and immediately regret this decision
its too late though. you are there. you promised the 4 minions and you are now weighing the consequences of turning around and just leaving

5. release the cracken!
they will fall out of the van. its a given. but you're not worried about them getting hurt. nope, there are other evils afoot. 

6. do a quick scan for tell tale signs: wrappers, white or brown smears on the equipment, (ice cream people, not poop) other kids eating on the run

7. now you have to do the thorough walk through. you have to go up on the slide, check under each set of stairs, look under the swings, check all handrails, check the ground, check all picnic tables and benches. 
think i'm being crazy? here are examples of things i've had to clean up before my kids could play:
-pick up a peanut butter sandwich
-wash icecream off the step
-wipe the cream from a doughnut off the grass
-pick up pistachios
-pick up other peoples nasty *ss garbage that has cheeseburger remnants and milk shake all over it

c'mon humans. stop being nasty. even if my kid couldn't die from touching this garbage its still gross that you can't even throw it away.

8. get up the courage to go to the mom who is feeding her child snickers bars at 9am and ask her if she could please have her kid at least sit still while they're eating it so i don't have to leave
OR
ask the kids eating puppy chow to stop throwing it around the play ground (while their mom sits there staring at them and not doing anything)
OR
ask the other kid to stop shaking their sippy cup of milk all over the place

99% of them will start to stare off into space and get a glassy eyed look as i try to explain to them how touching/ingesting this long list of food can send my kid into anaphylactic shock. 


9. leave

10. finally take a deep breath


While the rest of you can just frolic and play without a care in the world,
i will be standing guard with epi pens in my pocket and i will automatically view your peanut butter icecream covered kid as a major threat
MAMA BEAR MODE!




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