Bupropion Disrupts Major Goals

Damn you, bupropion. You’ve stolen from me the last few cool days when planting would be relatively easy. I’m beaten. I’m NOT going to get the island garden bed planted before the permanent hot weather sets in… because today is the last cool day for the foreseeable future. Right now it’s 69 degrees, the forecast high for the day. Tomorrow’s forecast is for 85, and the rest of the ten days have forecast highs no lower than 76. And I’m heat intolerant.

Bupropion SR 150mg

Bupropion SR 150mg

Nine days ago I had a physical and my doctor was adamant that I have to quit smoking. She prescribed bupropion, which used to be sold under the brand names Wellbutrin (as an antidepressant) and Zyban (as a quit-smoking aid). I took it for 8 days. My sleep was so disrupted and unrestful that I was left exhausted all the time. Even when I was asleep, my dreams were frenetic. It felt like I was getting no delta (deep) sleep at all. I would fall asleep twice during the day, be down for 3 hours each time, and still get up unrefreshed.

In fact, increased REM sleep is listed as one of the advantages of this drug.[1] Yeah, right.

Yesterday I talked to the pharmacist, who told me this side effect is not likely to go away and is the #1 reason people stop taking this drug. I contacted both my primary care doctor’s office and my psychiatrist. They both told me to stop taking it. Hallelujah! But now I have to wait for it to clear my system enough for me to function (likely to take 4-7 days, though possibly less because I took it for such a short time).

I had BIG PLANS for this past week. My roommate moved out on Saturday, and I was all geared up to do all the housework myself again. I knew I could do it on my own – and I could have, if the damned medication hadn’t knocked me flat. I was going to eradicate the trumpet vine sprouts, then design and plant the island bed. I could have, too.

Instead, I got worse and worse as the days passed. Depression symptoms popped up and haven’t gone away yet. I tried, today. I really did. I got nowhere. I’m too groggy from rotten sleep.

Yes, I’ll be able to do what I wanted to do with the housework – but right now it is depressing that I can’t start with the clean state I had when my roommate left. I’ll get over that. As far as the garden goes – I don’t know, I don’t know. My plans have tumbled down around my ears. I’m going to have to wait for the medication-induced depression to go away. To do anything, I have to wait till I get restful sleep again.

No, that’s not true. My first step will be doing tasks in 5-minute segments. I’ll report back on my progress.

For more about the island garden, see Designing a Garden. For more about my landscape renewal and renovation, see my blog at Echo’s Gardens.

[1] eMed Expert. Bupropion (Wellbutrin). 10 August 2014.

Buying a Car: The Wrong Way and the Right Way

There are two ways of buying a car. One is wrong. The other is right. I managed to do it both ways in 3 days.

Part 1: The Old Car
When my mother died in late 2007, I inherited her car and sold my own. Hers was a 2001 Cadillac Seville (purchased in 2005) in pretty good condition with very low mileage, as neither Mom nor I did a lot of driving. She went to church, to music club meetings, to the beauty parlor, to the grocery store just a mile away. Later, when she was no longer able to drive, I used her car to take her places, as it was more comfortable for her.

After I moved, I put more miles than before on the car because some of my doctors were farther away, but I’m a homebody, and don’t travel great distances. (My first car had just 6,800 miles on it after 15 years, and that included a lot of 700 round trips when I lived away from home.) The Seville had 48,000 miles on it at age 14, most of those put on it before Mom bought it.

However, I didn’t do well with taking care of the body of the car. I tried to jam it into a tight parking spot one winter, thinking the pile of snow next to it would still leave me room to get out. Not only was there no room, but that pile was frozen into solid ice and bashed in the driver’s door so that I couldn’t get it open. Cadillac tried to sell me a new door (hugely expensive to repair, those cars). I laughed and said just make it work again, leave the dent.

Over the next several years the car got dinged, scraped, and finally took some significant damage. I hit a mailbox, breaking the passenger side mirror and scoring a long dent in that side, so that the back door made a horrible noise when it was opened and closed. Then in 2014 I did a really stupid thing – tried to beat a bus in a construction zone where my lane was getting narrower, and all but destroyed the driver’s side outer mirror when it hit one of those big orange and black barrels.

By that time, new mirrors for a 2001 Cadillac weren’t even available. Try a junkyard, they told me. To hell with that. I found some mirror inserts at Amazon and a friend duct-taped them into place. (I could always find the car in a parking lot after that, even though it was the same color, silver, as at least 60% of all the other cars, by the bright turquoise duct tape on the mirrors.)

I’d been thinking about getting a newer car for some time, especially since I was putting a fair amount of money into service repairs by this time, more than the thing was worth. Just for the hell of it, a couple of weeks ago I put it through AutoTrader.com to see how much I could get for it. Continue reading

Goodbye to About.com

At the beginning of March I was notified by About.com management that my contract, expiring March 31st, was not going to be renewed. After 17 years, I was out on my ear.

I started working at About Bipolar Disorder back in 1998 when my friend Kimberly Read, who was applying for the bipolar disorder topic, asked if I’d help her prepare her demo site. I knew nothing at all about bipolar disorder then, but I did know how to gather links, and the Mining Company, as About was then known, was at that time all about links to good internet information.

Kimberly Read

Kim

Kim got the site, and I continued to help her build it. Then a family illness made it impossible for her to do the necessary work of writing articles, and in order to keep her from losing the job, I began writing articles. They weren’t medical articles, but they were good enough to carry it along until Kim was able to return.

Eventually Kim told management I had been contributing a great deal to the site and asked if I could become her co-Guide. (We were called Guides until just recently, when they changed the title to “Experts.”) This was granted, and we started splitting the monthly stipend, which was all of $100 a month. Continue reading