Part of the rationale behind the urge to have the surgery was the hope that by cutting back drastically on my weight I’d have a new lease of life. The “lighter me” would be able to walk more, do more in general and have a heightened quality of life. This hasn’t really happened.
The Pulmonary Embolism (PE) has really knocked me hard. Growing up I stopped developing mentally around age 18 and I remained there most of my life. Childish on many levels yes but always game for some fun. (admittedly mostly alone or with my immediate family). All in all, I had a great life, until recently.
For various reasons, I’ve been on medication that calmed down the excesses in my behaviour. These excesses are directly related to the Bipolar Type B that characterised and drove many of my ‘odd decision-making processes. This was coupled with both undiagnosed ADHD and Asperger’s Syndrome (which hadn’t been heard of in my childhood and youth). Unfortunately whilst a combination of medicines has dampened down both the bipolar and depressive aspects of my personality, I’ve never had anything that would mitigate the effects of the Asperger’s or ADHD. However, I think the current depressive episode is a “different” type which is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I think this is directly caused by the PE, and it’s incredibly unpleasant. I regularly feel quite ‘weepy for no obvious reason. I could be reading, watching TV or just chatting to my daughter.
When I was put on the bipolar medication I was told I could double or even triple the dose as I felt necessary, so I think I’ll double it until I can see a GP or other medical professional after Christmas. Obviously, I’ll make sure there are no contraindications resulting from the increase, and if there is nothing obvious, I’ll change the dosage.
In the meantime, my weight has started to fall again so I can assume the ‘stall’ is over and I’m back on track to the first target. I’m now 135.80. I hope this keeps up.
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