Ma Vie d'Autrefois, Ou est-ce Encore la Même ?

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Alrighty then, here’s the deal:

If all goes well, I’m staying put through the end of July, and then going to spend some time with family and trying to recuperate some. Hopefully, working straight through.


Then, if Fabrice gets a job that he can make a decent wage from, and have a place of our own, here or in Flagstaff or Prescott, AZ, I’ll come back, and we’ll settle down here or there.


If Fabrice can’t get the job he needs, but can get into the Army, thereby accelerating the naturalization process, then I will stay with family until he finishes his training that I am not allowed to live on base for. Then, once he’s done with that, I will join him at whatever base he is assigned to.


If Fabrice can’t get a job and can’t get into the Army, or the USCIS does not renew his green card next month, then he will be required to go back to France. I will establish my permanent US residence in MN, with my sister or my son, and spend time with Fabrice as much as possible.


There you go.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Great Grandpa George Schoonover, c. 1954

George Iowa Univ. graduation 1900

My great-grandfather, George Schoonover, upon his graduation from the University of Iowa, Iowa City, IA, in 1900

Friday, May 29, 2009

March 1, 2009 - At Geronimo


DSC_0049
Originally uploaded by Nana Sainton

La fin du mois de mai

Excusez-moi de ne pas avoir écrit hier. J’ai été si fatiguée, et comme je ne dors pas du tout bien en ce moment, j’ai voulu profiter un peu du sommeil et j’ai ainsi négligé mon devoir.

Hier a été une assez bonne journée. Fabrice a été embauché à mi-temps par deux agences de sécurité privée. Il ne sait pas encore quand est-ce qu’il va commencer, mais c’est un début.

Pour ma part, j’ai commencé mon poste de correction d’examens, mais ça n’a pas marché comme il le faut, donc je n’ai pu faire qu’une demi-heure. Normalement, je travaille de nouveau le 3 juin, pendant 4 heures. On verra bien.


MAIS, depuis hier soir je travaille. Un travail que je peux faire de chez moi. Un travail que je peux faire de n’importe où dans le monde. Un travail que je trouve vachement intéressant.

Autrement, tout en ne pas osant trop d’espoir, j’aimerais que l’on puisse rester aux US. Et sinon, j’aimerais ne pas vivre où l’on était avant, mais dans une petite ville un peu plus près de Paris. Par contre, si nous avons la chance de pouvoir rester ici, je préférerais aller vivre dans l’Arizona, qui est sans doute le plus bel endroit que je n’ai vu dans toute ma vie. Et, le cas échéant, on irais un peu plus au nord qu’ici, qui est un pays plus sauvage, mais tout près de la ville que j’aime le plus au monde : San Francisco. J’aimerais pouvoir, plus que tout, recevoir de la famille et des amis, dans mon propre foyer, enfin ! Et puis, je préfère la manière de vivre ici, la liberté, la tranquillité, et le niveau de vie.


Mais même si l’on est obligé de retourner en France, je me remonte le moral un petit peu, car je pourrais continuer le travail que j’ai commencé hier, et parce_que je pourrais recevoir du monde même là-bas, quand-même. Et si c’est cette éventualité qui se produit, au moins Fabrice aura un boulot et je n’aurais plus à le voir tant souffrir. Et ce n’est que maintenant que je me rendes compte à quel point il y a toujours de la discrimination-mais maintenant cette discrimination est pro-méxicain et anti-blanc, et me surprends et me déçois vraiment beaucoup. Jamais je n’aurais pensé possible qu’il y aient de tels comportements aux US.

Autrement, je pense qu’il est important, voir primordial, de prendre le meilleur de la vie et de laisser tomber autant que possible tout ce qui pèse et qui empêche de vivre. Ceci ne m’est pas du tout facile, mais je fais comme je le peux, je fais des efforts, et je fais toujours de mon mieux, autant que possible. Je ne suis qu’un être humain, après tout !!!!

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Things to Think About

I doubt sometimes whether a quiet & unagitated life would have suited me--yet I sometimes long for it.
~Byron

The Chinese say that before you can conquer a beast you first must make it beautiful.
~Kay Redfield Jamison

It took me far too long to realize that lost years and relationships cannot be recovered, that damage done to oneself and others cannot always be put right again, and that freedom from the control imposed by medication loses its meaning when the only alternatives are death and insanity.
~Kay redfield Jamison

From Conan's Show on NBC - Everything's Amazing, Nobody's Happy - This Video is SOOO Right on!!!

This always hits home. And it ALWAYS makes me laugh.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

The cowboy Rides Away ~ George Strait

I knew the stakes were high right from the start.
When she dealt the cards, I dealt my heart.
Now I just found a game that I can't play,
And this is where the cowboy rides away.

And my heart is sinking like the setting sun,
Setting on the things I wish I'd done.
It's time to say goodbye to yesterday.
This is where the cowboy rides away.

We've been in and out of love and in-between.
And now we play the final showdown scene.
As the credits roll a sad song starts to play,
And this is where the cowboy rides away.

And my heart is sinking like a setting sun,
Setting on the things I wish I'd done.
Oh the last goodbye's the hardest one to say,
And this is where the cowboy rides away.
Oh the last goodbye's the hardest one to say.
This is where the cowboy rides away.

News, Adapted From a Letter to a Friend

Wow, psychological health is essential! I am still getting used to this new medication, but it's working well. I no longer have the clouded thinking - it burned off the fog within an hour of my taking the first dose, and I don't have the horrible noise in my head that I was having - NOT voices, but I could "hear" my blood pusling through my veins, and it was so loud as to prevent me from hearing anything else. Thank God that has stopped!!!!

I have been having regular headaches, and a bit of nausea. I am hoping that these minor side effects will go away as I become accustomed to the medication.

Fabrice got his guard card, and has interviewed for a few different local security companies. Hopefully he'll start working soon.

I have different things lined up for the summer; through August 7, anyway. Then, I am going to go to France for at least a few weeks, according to one of the following 3 possible scenarios:

1. I go to visit with Fabrice's Aunt Marie-France, as therapy, if you will, and I come back once Fabrice has things more squared away here in CA or in AZ. Although I am already dong a ton better, I am still feeling rather precarious, and am incredibly exhausted. Assuming things are going to work out for him here or in AZ, I just want/need a bit of a break. I know I shouldn't be so dependent on him, but I have been doing most everything by myself for so long, that I kinda feel like I deserve a bit of respite.

2. If Fabrice doesn't get a job here that pays a livable wage, he is still trying to enlist in the Army. He needs to demonstrate that he doesn't have any lasting consequences of medical problems they said he had last year. He never had them in the first place, but they had to say something to cover their bottoms after the mess they had made and the French government's intervention. So, if he doesn't get the job but does get into the Army, *and* the powers that be approve the renewal of his green card, then I'll go visit Fabrice's aunt, and stay and work over there for the time it takes for him to complete his training as I will not be allowed to live with him during that time and am not comfortable with starting a new life all by myself.

3. If Fabrice doesn't find a workable employment situation here or in AZ, and he doesn't get into the Army, or if they don't renew his green card, then we won't have a choice, and will have to go back to France (I'm sure they'd issue him a long-term visa to be able to travel back and forth to see my family, and what not, no matter the green card situation). If that is the case, then I will stay with Fabrice's aunt until he and the dog and the cats and what belongings we have here can come back to France and he can start working at his job there again, which would be by December.

Besides all of that, I want to develop my own business and work from home. There are several things I am interested in: translation, transcription, photography, importing/exporting French and US products to French and US expats around the world... I just don't knw how to go about doing such a thing.

AND, I want to take some accounting classes. I so love numbers, and I'd really love to be able to work in accounting.

Nous chez des amis, au mois de mai 2007 / The Two of Us at Some Friends' Place in May of 2007


Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Photos to Be Published

What a great email to wake up to on a bright and early Monday, urrr, I mean, Tuesday, morning:
Hi!

Minnesota Public Radio would like to use your images:
www.flickr.com/photos/dapmapmgmp/3426320291/
www.flickr.com/photos/dapmapmgmp/3426317705/
in an upcoming bird photo slideshow on minnesota.publicradio.org/
Would you give us permission to use this photo with attribution?

Thanks!
- Hannah
Digital Media Intern
Lakeville, Minnesota Birds (MINNirds)
Lakeville, Minnesota Birds (MINNirds)

With nary the blink of an eye, and without even looking at the photos in question, I said:

Dear Hannah,

You folks there at Minnesota Public Radio may most definitely use my images in your upcoming slideshow. Would you be so kind as to forward a copy of the slideshow's link to me?

Thank you so much.

Sincerely,
Danielle Sainton

p.s. Could you please use my name, Danielle Sainton, in your attribution? It is different from my flickr screen name. Thank you.

Pour information....

Je continue de faire de mon mieux et d'essayer toujours d'arranger les choses, mais sans trahir la personne que je suis.

Bisous!!!

Saturday, May 23, 2009

A****

Il y a de ces gens qui ne cherchent qu’à vivre paisiblement, simplement, et honnêtement. Puis il y a de ces gens qui ne sont pas mieux que le comble de la mauvaise volonté et la méchanceté, des gens qui se nourrissent du mal qu’ils sèment autour d’eux et de la peine qu’ils causent à autrui.

Je pense que la majorité de personnes est entre ces deux extrêmes du comportement humain.

Pour ma part, je suis loin d’être parfaite. J’ai fait plus que mon compte d’erreurs. Je n’ai pas toujours fait de bons choix. Je n’ai pas toujours été ni bien comme il le faut, ni même gentille. Mais je peux dire en toute franchise que j’ai toujours fait des efforts, et que j’ai toujours fais de mon mieux.

Actuellement, avec les leçons apprises en trimant et en souffrant, en apprenant et en perdant, je me concentre sur quelques êtres (par exemple : mes enfants, mon époux, mes sœurs et mes nièces, mes animaux, mes amis) et quelques objectifs (par exemple : professionnels, d’avoir un doux foyer chaleureux et qui nous représente, en ce qui concerne mes relatons avec ceux qui m’importent) qui me sont chers, et j’essaie, tant bien que mal, d’ignorer le reste, que ce soit des gens ou des circonstances.

Cela dit, je dois apprendre encore à ne plus faire attention à ceux qui ne me veulent que du mal, aux gens qui sont obsédés par moi et qui ne savent pas faire autre chose que de me guetter, me harceler, et chercher à me causer des ennuis et des soucis.

Il y a surtout une personne, qui se reconnaîtras, et qui ferait bien mieux de passer son temps à s’occuper de sa propre vie. Cette personne, qui ne me connaît même pas, qui ne m’a jamais rencontré et qui ne me rencontreras jamais, est vraiment un être toxique, et d’une toxicité résistante à toute tentative d’interaction polie, respectueuse, logique ou saine.

Je me demande bien pourquoi elle ne peut pas, enfin, laisser tomber son obsession avec moi, ma vie, et mon époux. J’en ai tellement marre des dégâts qu’elle se permet de créer tout autour d’elle, et surtout dans ma vie et dans mes relations familiales. Je ne la comprends pas du tout. Sans doute qu'elle est jalouse de ne pas avoir pu épouser le père de son plus jeune enfant. Je ne sais vraiment pas, et je ne comprends pas du tout son comportement ni sa rancune envers moi - les mails et coups de téléphone mechants qu'elle me fait, ses plaintes, critiques, et reproches auprès de *ma* famille(et dont elle n'en parle sans doute pas aux siens), ca suffit. L'attitude de cette femme est en dehors de ma comprehension, c'est tout. Mais je sais au moins cela : Je ne suis pas à ses ordres, je ne lui ai jamais rien fait, et j’ai la conscience tranquille à son égard.

Robert Lee Fletcher

Robert Lee Fletcher
November 18, 1954 ~ May 13, 2009

MONTEREY - Robert Lee Fletcher, 54, passed away peacefully on May 13, 2009 at his home after a lengthy illness.
He was born on November 18, 1954 in Aurora, Colorado and served in the U.S. Air Force, which led him to his studies at the Defense Language Institute. It was during that time he met his wife, Carol Esposito. They were married in July of 1980 and since then have traveled to many destinations around the world.
Robert was an accomplished artist and the owner of Fletcher Graphics.
Mr. Fletcher is survived by his wife, Carol; father-in-law, Andrew Esposito; mother, Betty Hagan of Lakewood, Colorado; and brothers, Billy E. Fletcher and John L. Fletcher.
Visitation will be held Monday, May 18, 2009 at 10:00am followed by a funeral service at 11:00am at the Santa Rosalia Chapel located at the San Carlos Cemetery in Monterey.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Le Diagnostique

Bon, maintenant je sais. Je n’ai pas que de simples problèmes de dépression, d’anxiété et de panique. J’ai été diagnostiquée avec le désordre bipolaire type 2, ce qui n’est pas la bipolarité 1, plus couramment connue sous le surnom de maniaco-dépressive. Moi, je n’ai jamais été maniaque dans toute ma vie. La bipolarité de type 2 est un désordre défini par de nombreux épisodes de profonde dépression depuis longtemps, en alternance avec des périodes d’hypomanie, ce qui n’est pas une sorte de bonheur ou d’extase, mais plutôt, au moins pour moi, d’une sensation d’irritabilité, de rage, d’anxiété, etc.

Depuis 3 jours maintenant, je prends le médicament, Abilify, au lieu d’antidépresseurs et d’anti-anxiolytiques. C’est dingue, mais ce cher médicament a commencé à fonctionner quasiment immédiatement, et je me sens déjà mieux. C’est comme si les nuages qui brouillaient mes pensées étaient partis et qu’un brin de soleil a montré son nez. Dieu merci.

Alors, voilà. C’est ce que c’est. Si cette diagnostique et ce médicament font l’affaire, tant mieux. Je ne peux que regretter de ne pas avoir était ainsi diagnostiquée depuis longtemps. Mais mieux vaut tard que jamais. Je n’ai plus qu’à apprendre, me soigner, reconstruire mon monde, et vivre. Enfin.

Putting "it" Out There

It's official.
I have Bipolar Disorder Type 2.
There. I've said it.
I am taking Abilify, and it virtually instantaneously took effect. In a good way. Thankfully!
What's next? I don't know yet. But I thought you should know.

Dr. Wayne Dyer's 18 Excuses Begone Cards


















Looking at Things

"Change the way you look at things, and the things you look at change."
~Dr. Wayne Dyer

Following Someone Else's Path

"Never follow someone else's path unless you're in the woods and you're lost and you see a path; then, by all means, follow that."

~Ellen Degeneres in her commencement speech to Tulane University, 2009

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Here's to YOU!!

Almost Cut My Hair....


No. Wait. I did.
I am donating it to Locks of Love, thus the braid that I happen to have.

More on Dr. Bleeecccchhhh

Dr. Bleeecccchhhh doesn't really actually even know me. I only saw him a couple of times before, but didn't like him (albeit I despised him less, then) so pretty much everything went through the LPN who was my therapist. With her serving as a buffer between me and him, we were able to do some good work. He didn't even recognize me yesterday, or ask me any meaningful question whatsoever, so....

That said, a week's worth of meds from an ass is better than no meds at all from Mother Theresa, so...

An example, had he bothered, he would have asked about other medications I take. In 2000, I had one of many diagnostic laparoscopies for a biopsy and lysis of some endometrial adhesions. I had endometriosis and polycystic ovarion syndrome (PCOS). When I was going into the operating room, I mentioned some groin pain to my doctor...

Ladies, should you *ever* have the privilege of seeing the OB/GYN Dr. Kathryn Gruenwald, know that she is the absolute BEST doctor I have ever seen, anywhere, ever, and I have seen a few.

Without her, I never would have been able to survive the endometriosis, PCOS, bladder reconstruction, hernia, inability to walk, limping, pain, anguish, despair, etc., etc., etc. She deserves a Nobel Prize, although I don't know if should be for medicine or peace. Maybe both.

Anyway, when I had the surgery I mention above, I told her about this persistent groin pain that I had. It wasn't debilitating, and, had I known what would become of it, I would never have told her anything, but I can't undo that, or anything else. She said she'd see if she could see anything during the surgery. She looked, saw a hernia, and had another doc come in while I was still under to repair it (I'd given my permission, of course). He put in a mesh to repair a 4" hernia. In doing so, a relatively important nerve was caught, or entrapped, in the mesh. That was horrible, horrible, horrible; causing two full years of suffering, and lifelong nerve damage not only to the nerve that was entrapped, but also to superficial nerves in the groin, up my abdomen a good 6 inches, and down my leg a good 8-10. Because of the enduring neuropathy, I take the drug, Neurontin for the pain caused by the nerve damage. Neurontin's generic name is Gabapentin. In my research since Monday, I have learned that Gabapentin is also prescribed for bipolar disorder. You see, to me, even a mediocre doctor would have taken the time to find out that much information. Dr. Bleeecccchhhh, therefore, is less than a mediocre doctor. With the physical health problems I have had, especially since 1992 or '93, I have seen so many doctors at so many clinics and hospitals that I feel I am a pretty good judge.

Dr. Blatt confirmed my self-diagnosis, but didn't actually ask me anything to figure it out. He asked me what I think I have, and was willing to go with it when I told him, without me giving any background info whatsoever, etc. Now, in his defense, he did consult the therapy notes that ST had made, but was more interested in appointments I'd had to cancel than in anything else. So, it is *conceivable* that what he saw in those notes in combination with what he saw sitting before him was sufficient to confirm the diagnosis. But I am still not happy about his not taking ANY history related to what may have transpired since the last time he took a history in 2006, nor am I pleased with his not even bothering to ask about meds. I am even less pleased with his "bedside manner," rudeness, confrontational attitude, and lack of humanity. BUT, when it comes down to it, I got what I wanted right then and there, and can do what a friend of mine says, and change doctors or dosages or drugs, or some combination thereof, as I move forward.

And I do feel less hopeless, so that's a start! Thank Heaven this doesn't seem to take as long to take effect as SSRIs!!!

I will write more, soon.

Yesterday's Trip to the Doctor

I saw Dr. Bleeecccchhhh yesterday. He gave me a trial of Abilify. We'll see how that works. Unfortunately, he is even less pleasant than I remembered, and I do not want to continue to see him. I'll see him next week to check on how the Abilify is working, but as I leave the office, I am highly likely to file a complaint. Today, instead of considering my medical/psychiatric/family history, asking what is going on now, or even asking what medications I am taking or about any underlying physical problems I may have, he asked me what I went to the ER on Monday for, what I brought my husband with me for, and why I had rescheduled appointments with my therapist back in 2006-2007. I responded that if he was going to make me justify things I did over two years ago then I would need to see someone else as that wasn't the least bit helpful. I think he is probably the least compassionate, least professional, most horrible "doctor" I have ever seen in my entire life. I am more upset than anything else right now, and can't believe that further contact with that man could have even the least bit of beneficial impact in my world or my life.

Hopefully, I will be able to get to where I need to be in spite of him.

I saw more hope after Monday's trip to the ER than I do now. I am rather discouraged at present, but hopefully, that will change.

He did give me a new diagnosis, though:
Bipolar Disorder Type 2

Now what?

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

News

I went to the ER at CHOMP yesterday. They let me go back to the hotel, and got me an appointment with Dr. B in their behavioral health area tomorrow at 11. They are also trying to get me an appointment with their therapist, Susan, who works with Dr. B. These are the two people that I used to see for straight-up depression and anxiety/panic attacks in 2006-2007.

In addition, the ER doctor gave me a prescription for all of my medications except he forgot the Allegera for my allergies, and he and I both thought it best that he not prescribe the medications that Dr. B might turn around and change tomorrow. So I was not given any psychiatric medications or anything to help me sleep. But it was very helpful, anyway.

Everyone there was very kind and compassionate. CHOMP then contacted the pharmacy to have my prescriptions (which cost over $1,100, per the receipts) paid for. So yesterday's prescriptions, for one month only, were put through as sponsored care (sponsored through donations/special funds at the hospital). I received an application for sponsored care at CHOMP, should my medical assistance application be rejected.

The medication that I take for neuropathy in my leg initially causes drowsiness, plus, I do not want to talk to anyone, and prefer that people think I am not here, so I am laying VERY low right now. (The neuropathy in my groin and leg is due to an inguinal hernia repair which resulted in ilio-inguinal nerve entrapment-severe pain-an inability to walk for a few weeks or to walk without a marked limp for months and months until another surgery for the nerve problem). I can't cope right now, and just want to be left alone, but wanted you to know what's happening.

I will write more soon. I think things will start going better in the near future, both personally and professionally, and appreciate your patience, compassion, and understanding.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

See You Later

I will be out of touch for the next week or so. See you soon.

Je rentre à l’hosto demain. Je ne serais pas en ligne pendant quelques jours, voir une semaine. Je vous reverrais lors de mon retour. Gros bisous à vous tous.


Monday, Instead

Since we sold Fabrice’s car before coming to the US, and haven’t even managed to find jobs, yet, I was planning to take the bus to the hospital.

I planned the itinerary online at MST’s website, and everything.

The website didn’t say, and I would never have thought for a minute, that no buses go to the hospital on Saturday and Sunday. I waited for the DART (demand and response transportation), but it didn’t come either. So, after sitting on the sidewalk for an hour, I came back to the hotel.

I will try to go on Monday morning.

I’m sorry.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Tomorrow

I am going to go to the hospital tomorrow morning.

Just having made that decision is making me more hopeful

Friday, May 15, 2009

Quatre Photos des 7 / Four Pictures of the 7

My step-daughters, and our nieces and nephews:
Mes belles-filles et nos neuvex et nièces:

Sarah, Justine, Lucie, and/et Nicolas
Loïc, Amandine, and/et Ludovic

Update

Just to give you a “heads up,” I am most likely going into the hospital today or Monday. Hopefully, I won’t be there too long.


Because of the economic and employment situation right now, among other things, I do not have any of the medications I supposed to be taking, for allergies and asthma, hormone replacement, thyroid stuff, etc.


I have been working with an organization for the mentally ill, a part of the Interim, Inc., program in Marina, CA, and called MCHOME. They are assisting me in finding housing (although, since I am married, that is harder for them, finding a job, securing SSI/SSDI, and obtaining appropriate psychiatric care and medication. Based on the last few years, my current state of mind, and my past history, their professionals now believe that rather than the various diagnoses I have been given over the years: depression, anxiety, dysthymia, borderline personality disorder, PTSD, OCD, panic disorder, etc., that these various and sundry issues actually all constitute the diagnosis of Bipolar Disorder Type II.


Bipolar Disorder Type II is marked by “mood swings without mania,” or alternating states of major depression and hyper-irritability, as opposed to the manic and depressive episodes that define Bipolar Disorder Type I. A person diagnosed as Bipolar disorder Type II presents symptoms that can be defined as “more than just plain depression, but not delusional or psychotic”. I doubt I could ever have been perceived as being “manic” in my entire life. But my problems with depression, anxiety, irritability, panic, fear, social anxiety, etc., date back almost as far as I can remember, or at least to when my parents first took me to a psychiatrist or psychologist, when I was 8, I think.


Bipolar Disorder Type II involves the following sorts of issues:

  • Depression that doesn’t get better with antidepressants or psychotherapy. Or people who, even before such treatment, obviously don’t have "depression" alone. In addition to depression, such a person might have extreme anxiety; or severe difficulty sleeping; or fits of anger over something minimal; or episodes of crying over something like a TV commercial. Or you may have noticed, "mood swings": big changes in mood or energy for no clear reason.
  • Psychiatry finally put this very different kind of depression into the diagnosis rulebook about 5 years ago, though many mood experts had been talking about it for years. It is a relative of manic-depressive disorder, even though people who have it do not have "manic" episodes as such. Instead, the manic energy shows up in all different ways, without any loss of contact with reality (not "going crazy").
  • Bipolar Disorder has many variations. Bipolar II is one of them. You'll read here about those forms which do not have "mania" to make them stand out or easily recognizable. Depression is the main symptom, including especially sleeping too much, extreme fatigue, and lack of motivation. What makes bipolar depression different is the presence of something else as well.
  • But that "something else" often does not look anything like mania: "hypomania" […] can show up as huge sleep changes, irritability, agitation/anxiety, and difficulty concentrating.Benazzi And finally, some people can have some bipolarity without any hypomania at all. Really.
  • Hypomania: Technically, this is literally "little" mania — the familiar symptoms but less so:
      • Mood much better than normal
      • Rapid speech
      • Little need for sleep
      • Racing thoughts, trouble concentrating
      • Continuous high energy
      • Overconfidence
  • You may have noticed that "delusions" have disappeared from the list: these are by definition not found in Bipolar II. A patient who has had the above symptoms repeatedly, without having delusions, is much less likely to lose contact with reality (including abnormal perceptions such as auditory hallucinations, which are common in bipolar mania) than a patient who has experienced delusions.
  • "Bipolar II" is technically the combination of hypomanic phases with separate phases of severe depression. If the depressive phases are only mild, the term "cyclothymia" is used.

OK, I’ll quit with the education stuff. I just wanted to give you a brief explanation of what’s going on with some descriptives of the symptoms so that you, hopefully, understand better.


The counselor from MCHOME says I should expect to be in the hospital for about a week.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Remember

Remember -- while the biological core of your emotions and sanity are under attack...
  • Depression is a physical illness.
  • And it has physical, biochemical treatments
  • A physical, biological illness is not a character flaw or personal weakness
  • Somewhere in the darkness of your terrible suffering, can you know that this is only a small and temporary space in a long life and better future to come ?
  • If you die, you will never know the renewed and wonderful life you could have lived after your depression was over.

The Life Force Inside You -

Wants-You-To-Live.

Is Depression A Terminal Illness ?

Yes and No

  • Depression, Just like Cancer
    • If you don't discover it,
    • If you don't treat it -
    • It will get worse and maybe kill you.
  • With Depression - The longer you go untreated the more likely a suicide attempt could be.

If you had any other disease, illness, or injury...

  • would accept the pain
  • apply a treatment
  • fight for life
  • wait for healing
  • and expect to get well.

The trouble with depression is that

  • The very pain & disorder is in your reasoning, happiness, and "will to live" mechanisms - in your heart, in your soul.
  • The entire experience of self and life continuum is affected.
  • There is no space in your head & heart for objectivity.
  • It's as though the pain is you.
  • Lost in and disabled by the pain, often we are not able to objectively seek the proper treatment as we would for our injured leg, or to persevere when a treatment fails to help.

If you broke your leg

If you broke your leg, if you sprain your ankle, if you stub your toe, or step on a nail !...

* You are experiencing the pain in your leg, in a part of your body.
* You can sit and look at your leg, your ankle, your foot, where it hurts, down there.
* At a part of your body, and say "Ouch, my leg hurts!" - "Ouch, my foot hurts!"
* But you know it - this exterior part of your body will need a doctor to x-ray or put on a cast, crutches, ointment, or a tetanus shot and antibiotics - but it will get better.
* And you are willing to suffer the pain,
treat the wound,
and expect it to heal.

Démoralisation

Pour ce qui est de mon travail, depuis que nous sommes ici, j’ai travaillé, et j’ai deux postes qui doivent commencer le 11 juin et à la mi-juillet, respectivement, mais on n’y est pas encore. Celui qui commence le 11 juin n’est que pour 15 heures par semaine et ne dure que pendant 2 mois, dont on verra ce que ça donne, car on ne peut pas vivre de ça. Nous cherchons tous les jours pendant des heures et des heures, mais ce n’est pas évident, surtout avec la crise économique, et surtout dans cette région de la Californie. On ne serait pas revenu ici, mais Fabrice devait travailler pour la ville, alors… C’est pour cause de pénurie d’emploi dans cette région surtout, mais aussi dans toute la Californie, en plus du coût de la vie qui est plus élevé qu’ailleurs dans le pays, que nous avons quitté la Californie au mois de février. Nous ne sommes revenus que pour Fabrice qui devait commencer un poste d’agent de circulation pour la ville de Pacific Grove. Mais comme la ville non plus n’a pas d’argent, même pas pour faire leurs recherches sur le CV de Fabrice, ils ont décidé de ne pas l’embaucher. Mais, bien sur, ils n’ont même pas eu la politesse de le lui dire. C’est au bout de 3 semaines que moi, je leur ai écrit et qu’ils nous ont répondu avec la mauvaise nouvelle. Alors nous voilà de retour à l’hôtel, mais sans revenu et avec les dettes qui s’accumulent à perte de vue.

C’est vraiment démoralisant, et surtout l’attitude de l’ex-femme de Fabrice est si difficile à vivre que j’ai fini par la bloquer de mes mails. Je fais tout ce qui m’est possible pour nous trouver de travail à tous les deux, j’en ai marre comme vous ne pouvez pas vous imaginer d’en baver ainsi tous les jours, et d’avoir en plus à faire face aux reproches, critiques et rabaissements en permanence de la part de S*******, c’est bon. Trop, c’est trop, quoi. Bien sur, L**** et J****** sont les enfants de Fabrice et je ne ferais jamais quoi que ce soit pour empêcher cette relation. D’ailleurs, je pense que j’ai beaucoup fait, et au-delà de ce que j’aurais pu, pour faciliter et guérir leur relation. Mais je ne peux pas faire face à la colère et le mauvais foie de leur mère, qui monte les filles contre leur père, et moi, donc je ne leur dis plus rien.

Alors, voilà, voilà. Si Fabrice n’en parle pas c’est pour plusieurs raisons. D’abord, je lui ai demandé de ne plus mentir. Donc il préfère ne rien dire que de dire quand ça ne va pas. Déjà, j’ai eu à faire face aux conséquences qu’il a dit au gouvernement l’année dernière, ce qui m’a beaucoup énervé. Et puis, en générale, Fabrice préfère mentir que de stresser ou fâcher les gens. Je ne suis pas d’accord. Enfin, je veux bien qu’il fasse en sorte de ne pas fâcher ou blesser le monde, mais je n’aime pas l’idée même de mentir. Donc…. Et puis, Fabrice veut absolument réussir ici. Et, depuis maintenant deux ans, je vais tout ce qui m’est possible pour qu’il puisse réussir ici et ainsi réaliser ses rêves. J’ai du payer plus de deux mille euros pour avoir ses visas et sa carte verte. J’ai du me porter garant financier pour lui pendant 10 ans, pour qu’il puisse avoir la dite carte verte. Je lui ai fais son CV, et c’est moi qui cherche du travail pour nous deux depuis le départ. Mais ce n’est pas du tout évident. On espère que les choses vont tourner en mieux avant la fin du mois, sinon c’est sur qu’ils n’autoriseront plus Fabrice à garder sa carte verte et on sera obligé de rentrer en France. Ce qui serait vraiment un coup dur pour Fabrice, qui a déjà du mal à surmonter cette série infernale d’échecs ; et ce qui serait difficile pour moi aussi, puisque mes enfants, mes sœurs, et la vie que je connais sont ici et pas vraiment en France.

Mais on verra. On espère toujours que ça va s’améliorer. Je vais rentrer à l’hôpital quelques jours dans les jours à venir. Normalement ma santé sera mieux après. Fabrice attend toujours son permis pour faire de la sécurité privée, mais il n’a pas encore été accordé jusqu’à hier. On prend les jours un par un, et on fait même parfois heure par heure.

J’espère que je ne dérange pas de trop, mais je voulais être franche et honnête, et surtout que tu ne sois pas surprise s’ils nous obligent à retourner en France.

Je tiens énormément à mon mari, et je veux absolument qu’il réussisse et qu’il réalise ses rêves. Il ne mérite absolument pas moins.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Yesterday

Yesterday's visit with the counselor went well. She should be able to help with some things, but not others, since I am still married. So we're keeping our fingers crossed.

Hopefully, Fabrice will get his Guard Card this week. I checked just a bit ago, and it hasn't been put online yet. Hopefully, it will arrive in time. If, by the end of this month, one of us does not have money coming in, we are going to cut our losses and go back to France. I have to renew Fabrice's Green Card, since we were married for less than 2 years when he got it. Part of that process includes my showing the Department of State that I make sufficient income to keep Fabrice from becoming dependent on the US' welfare system. If I am not working, and, even more so, if he isn't, they obviously won't grant the extended Green Card, and he won't be able to stay here. I *really* don't want to go back there, but I am thinking more and more and talking more and more about it so as to be more accepting of the idea should it come to pass.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Nouvelles

Ici, on fait aller, mais c’est assez difficile avec la crise économique. En plus, Fabrice ne peut avoir de poste de flic tant qu’il n’aurait pas demandé sa naturalisation. Le poste qu’il devait avoir chez la police de Pacific Grove (qui n’était PAS un poste d’officier de police assermentée), est tombé à l’eau car la ville n’a plus d’argent et va sans doute déclarer la banqueroute. Il cherche toujours et attend de recevoir sa carte de gardien de sécurité privé pour pouvoir commencer à travailler. Ensuite, il ne sera payé que 3 à 5 semaines plus tard. Pour moi-même, j’ai un travail qui ne commence qu’à la mi-juillet et un autre qui commence le 11 juin, mais qui n’est qu’à mi-temps et il faut qu'ils fassent une enquête sur moi avant que je puisse être embauchée pour de vrai !. Moi non plus, je ne serais pas payé pendant 3 à 5 semaines après avoir commencé ses boulots. Mais au moins ce sera mieux que rien. Il ne nous reste plus qu’à survivre et tenir le coup jusqu’à ce que l’on ait une rentrée d’argent, même minime. Normalement, ensuite tout ira mieux. J’espère.



Cependant, comme on était marié depuis moins de deux ans lorsque Fabrice a eu sa carte verte, cette dernière n’est que temporaire et n’a une validité que de deux ans à partir du 31 janvier 2008. Nous devons donc effectuer son renouvellement 6 mois avant le 31 janvier 2010, donc avant le 30 septembre. Cela dit, si Fabrice ne trouve pas de boulot d’ici-là, ils n’accorderont pas le renouvellement de sa carte verte, et on serait forcé de retourner en France.



Au niveau de la santé, je tiens le coup à peu près. Par faute d’assurance maladie, je ne prends actuellement aucun médicament à part celui pour l’asthme qui me reste depuis la France. J’en avais fait de stocks ! Bon, pour certaines choses, ça va, c’est même mieux sans médicaments, mais pour d’autres, pas du tout. Je suis allée voir un médecin avant de ne pas avoir d’assurance médicale et j’ai appris deux choses :

1. Je n’ai pas la maladie céliaque, mais des problèmes digestifs et un petit peu de symptômes cardiaques – une hernie hiatale, un eu d’angine cardiaque, etc. ; et :
2. Je n’ai pas vraiment de la dépression et de l’anxiété, mais plutôt le désordre bipolaire type 2, qui se soigne bien autrement que la dépression !



Si on est obligé de retourner en France, Fabrice reprendra son poste à Bobigny jusqu’à ce qu’il puisse se faire muter ailleurs. Pratiquement n’importe où ailleurs, par honte ou je ne sais pas quoi. Pour ma part, je verrais bien ce que ça donne car ces problèmes de santé physique et psychiatrique me jouent de sacrés tours en ce moment. MAIS, j’ai perdu pas mal de poids, j’ai beaucoup moins mal au dos et aux jambes depuis que je ne dors plus dans le lit de chez mes beaux-parents, etc., alors, je commence à remonter la pente un peu, et tout ira mieux, je pense, lorsque je peux me faire soigner convenablement, travailler, et avoir un chez-soi.



Je dis ce qui se passe vraiment. On a déjà assez de honte et assez de mal avec ces problèmes de boulot et d’argent. On n’a pas du tout envie de retourner en France, et surtout Fabrice ne veut pas être obligé d’admettre un nouvel échec. Et puis, on espère qu’en positivant, les choses se passeront enfin pour le mieux et non plus pour le pire. On verra bien.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Que faire?

J’ai vraiment du mal à tenir le coup en ce moment.


Nous devons de l’argent, et je fais ce que je peux pour pouvoir payer. On ne peut pas avoir de l’argent là où il n’y en a pas. Fabrice n’aura pas son boulot pour la police de la ville, après tout ce que l’on ait fait et dépensé pour qu’il puisse y travailler. Eux non plus n’ont pas d’argent, et ils n’ont même pas de quoi payer les enquêtes qu’ils font avant d’embaucher personne, et surtout lorsque la personne en question vient de l’étranger. Pour ma part, j’ai perdu le travail que j’avais, et je viens tout juste de réussir le concours pour un nouveau poste. Cependant, je ne commencerais à travailler qu’à partir de la mi-juillet. Je cherche un poste intérimaire, mais ce n’est pas du tout évident avec la crise économique actuelle. Personnellement, je ne vais pas bien du tout, je n’ai jamais été dans une telle situation, je suis à bout, je ne sais plus du tout que faire, et je suis complètement démoralisée.


Fabrice a travaillé un week-end, et a gagné 278 dollars. De cela, il a du dépenser 75 dollars pour faire la formation pour pouvoir être gardien de sécurité dans le privé, 66 dollars pour se faire faire les empreintes, et 50 dollars pour avoir la carte qui l’autoriseras à faire le dit travail. Il est parti à pied le matin à 3H30 et a marché pendant une heure et demie pour avoir le bus pour remonter jusqu’à San Francisco faire la formation. Il y est arrivé en retard à 10H45, mais n’aurait pas pu faire mieux. Le trajet en bus, train, métro et car lui a coûté 42 dollars.


Nous n’avons absolument rien actuellement - pas de quoi payer notre hébergement, ni même pas de quoi acheter à manger, acheter du déodorant ou acheter quoi que ce soit. On a tous les deux des médicaments à prendre, et que l’on ne peut plus prendre depuis des semaines, faute d’argent. Heureusement qu’il y a des pains offerts au petit-déjeuner, car on vit de ça et c’est tout. On retournerait en France, mais Fabrice veut réussir ici, on n’a même pas de quoi payer le voyage de retour, et si on retournait là-bas, Fabrice aurait 3 mois à attendre avant de pouvoir reprendre le travail, et 4 avant d’être payé.


C’était l’anniversaire de ma fille le 5 mai, et nous ne lui avons rien pu prendre. Mon fils va avoir son diplôme universitaire le 26 mai, et non seulement que l’on ne peut rien lui acheter non plus, mais on n’aura même pas de quoi y être pour assister à la cérémonie de remise de diplômes. La plupart de mes affaires, voir même mes vêtements sont restés chez ma sœur, et je n’ai ni de quoi me les faire parvenir, ni de quoi y retourner les chercher.


Alors, tout en vraiment voulant payer ce que l’on a à payer, je ne vois pas du tout d’où je suis censé sortir l’argent. Mon propre compte est gravement à découvert car mon fils m’a fait un chèque en bois et ni lui ni moi aient l’argent pour renflouer le compte. Fabrice a tout juste 4 dollars à la banque, ce qu’il ne pas tirer avec sa carte bancaire, étant donné la petite somme que c’est. Il n’y a pas le droit au découvert bancaire aux US.


Je ne raconte pas tout ceci pour me plaindre, ni pour que l’on prenne pitié de moi. C’est seulement que ça fait du bien parfois de parler et d’autres fois les amis lecteurs pourraient avoir des conseils. Alors voilà. Je ne sais vraiment plus que dire, ni que faire.

Famous ISJFs

So they Say I'm an ISJF - Well, I am Pretty DARN Introverted, Sensing, Feeling and Judging!!!!

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ISFJ
The Nurturer
Introverted Sensing Feeling Judging
Quiet, kind, and conscientious. Can be depended on to follow through. Usually puts the needs of others above their own needs. Stable and practical, they value security and traditions. Well-developed sense of space and function. Rich inner world of observations about people. Extremely perceptive of others' feelings. Interested in serving others.

Life
As an ISFJ, your primary mode of living is focused internally, where you takes things in via your five senses in a literal, concrete fashion. Your secondary mode is external, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit into your personal value system.

ISFJs live in a world that is concrete and kind. They are truly warm and kind-hearted, and want to believe the best of people. They value harmony and cooperation, and are likely to be very sensitive to other people's feelings. People value the ISFJ for their consideration and awareness, and their ability to bring out the best in others by their firm desire to believe the best.

ISFJs have a rich inner world that is not usually obvious to observers. They constantly take in information about people and situations that is personally important to them, and store it away. This tremendous store of information is usually startlingly accurate, because the ISFJ has an exceptional memory about things that are important to their value systems. It would not be uncommon for the ISFJ to remember a particular facial expression or conversation in precise detail years after the event occured, if the situation made an impression on the ISFJ.

ISFJs have a very clear idea of the way things should be, which they strive to attain. They value security and kindness, and respect traditions and laws. They tend to believe that existing systems are there because they work. Therefore, they're not likely to buy into doing things in a new way, unless they're shown in a concrete way why its better than the established method.

ISFJs learn best by doing, rather than by reading about something in a book, or applying theory. For this reason, they are not likely to be found in fields which require a lot of conceptual analysis or theory. They value practical application. Traditional methods of higher education, which require a lot of theorizing and abstraction, are likely to be a chore for the ISFJ. The ISFJ learns a task best by being shown its practical application. Once the task is learned, and its practical importance is understood, the ISFJ will faithfully and tirelessly carry through the task to completion. The ISFJ is extremely dependable.

The ISFJ has an extremely well-developed sense of space, function, and aesthetic appeal. For that reason, they're likely to have beautifully furnished, functional homes. They make extremely good interior decorators. This special ability, combined with their sensitivity to other's feelings and desires, makes them very likely to be great gift-givers - finding the right gift which will be truly appreciated by the recipient.

More so than other types, ISFJs are extremely aware of their own internal feelings, as well as other people's feelings. They do not usually express their own feelings, keeping things inside. If they are negative feelings, they may build up inside the ISFJ until they turn into firm judgments against individuals which are difficult to unseed, once set. Many ISFJs learn to express themselves, and find outlets for their powerful emotions.

Just as the ISFJ is not likely to express their feelings, they are also not likely to let on that they know how others are feeling. However, they will speak up when they feel another individual really needs help, and in such cases they can truly help others become aware of their feelings.

The ISFJ feels a strong sense of responsibility and duty. They take their responsibilities very seriously, and can be counted on to follow through. For this reason, people naturally tend to rely on them. The ISFJ has a difficult time saying "no" when asked to do something, and may become over-burdened. In such cases, the ISFJ does not usually express their difficulties to others, because they intensely dislike conflict, and because they tend to place other people's needs over their own. The ISFJ needs to learn to identify, value, and express their own needs, if they wish to avoid becoming over-worked and taken for granted.

ISFJs need positive feedback from others. In the absence of positive feedback, or in the face of criticism, the ISFJ gets discouraged, and may even become depressed. When down on themselves or under great stress, the ISFJ begins to imagine all of the things that might go critically wrong in their life. They have strong feelings of inadequacy, and become convinced that "everything is all wrong", or "I can't do anything right".

The ISFJ is warm, generous, and dependable. They have many special gifts to offer, in their sensitivity to others, and their strong ability to keep things running smoothly. They need to remember to not be overly critical of themselves, and to give themselves some of the warmth and love which they freely dispense to others.


Relationships

ISFJs place a great deal of importance on their personal relationships. They're generally very giving and loving people, who place the needs of others above their own. They sometimes have a problem with becoming overly emotionally needy, and with keeping their true feelings hidden from others. They take their commitments very seriously, and seek lifelong relationships. ISFJs are extremely dependable, and put forth a lot of energy into keeping things running smoothly. They sometimes have difficulty saying "no" when asked to do something, and therefore may be taken for granted.


ISFJ Strengths

● Warm, friendly and affirming by nature

● Service-oriented, wanting to please others

● Good listeners

● Will put forth lots of effort to fulfill their duties and obligations

● Excellent organizational capabilities

● Good at taking care of practical matters and daily needs

● Usually good (albeit conservative) at handling money

● Take their commitments seriously, and seek lifelong relationships


ISFJ Weaknesses

● Don't pay enough attention to their own needs

● May have difficulty branching out into new territory

● Extreme dislike of conflict and criticism

● Unlikely to express their needs, which may cause pent-up frustrations to build inside

● Have difficulty leaving a bad relationship

● Have difficulty moving on after the end of a relationship


ISFJs as Lovers

ISFJs are committed to their relationships. They have very intense feelings, which is not immediately apparent to others because they tend to hold things inside themselves without expressing them, unless they have a strong reason to do so. Their intensity of feeling makes their intimate relationship their first priority in life, with the possible exception of God. They seek monogamous, lifelong commitments, and can be depended upon to be faithful and loyal to their mates once they have made a commitment.


ISFJs have a difficult time leaving a relationship which is bad, or accepting that a relationship is over. They tend to put all of the blame on their own shoulders, and wonder what they should have done to make things work out. If they have been loyal to their vows and have done their duties, they will be at a complete loss as to what went wrong, and will have great difficulty accepting the end. They are "true blue" lovers, and may even remain faithful to their deceased partners.


ISFJs tend to be very selfless, and to put the needs of others well before their own needs. This may backfire on them, if they get into a situation in which they are taken advantage of, and do not have a good outlet for their strong emotions. In this kind of situation, the ISFJ might bottle up their feelings inside them, and form strong resentments against others. The ISFJ should work on recognizing their own needs, and place some importance on meeting them, rather than always putting the needs of others first. After all, if you can't take care of yourself, how can take care of someone else?


Sexually, the ISFJ sees intimacy as a tangible way of strengthening their relationship bonds. They also see as something of a duty, and are likely to be more interested in serving their partner than in their own personal satisfaction. Although the ISFJ is not likely to be very wordy about expressing their love and affection, they're likely to do so through their deeds, and will deeply value their partner's responding affirmations.


The ISFJ is very warm and selfless. They'll put forth tremendous amounts of energy and time into doing what they feel is their duty. What makes them feel best about themselves is when others show them their appreciation of the ISFJ. Consequently, the best gift that the partner of an ISFJ can give them is the expression of their love and appreciation.


ISFJs have difficulty with conflict situations, and would much prefer to just sweep things under the rug. Sometimes facing a conflict situation helps to resolve it, and the ISFJ should realize that the world will not end if they face the conflict, and express how they feel about it. A conflict situation is not necessarily a "problem" which needs to be gotten rid of, and it is also not necessarily the ISFJ's fault. It's a common problem for ISFJ's to not express their feelings until pushed to some limit, after which they explode in anger and say things which they later feel they shouldn't have said. These kinds of outbursts can be reduced by expressing their feelings on a more regular basis, rather than keeping them pent up inside.


In general, the ISFJ is usually a traditional, family-minded individual who places the comfort of their mates and families as their first priority in life. They're great for providing for everyday basic needs, and have a depth of caring which is very unusual, and not found in most types. They highly invested in the health of their relationships, and will work very hard to make things run smoothly. They are dependable and affectionate lovers.


Although two well-developed individuals of any type can enjoy a healthy relationship, the ISFJ's natural partner is the ESTP, or the ESFP. ISFJ's dominant function of Introverted Sensing is best matched with a partner whose dominant function is Extraverted Sensing.


ISFJs as Parents

Parenthood is seen as natural state and duty to the ISFJ. They are responsible about ensuring that their children have their practical needs met, and try to teach them the rules and observations of our society so that they grow into responsible and independent adults.


ISFJs may have difficulty administering punishment or discipline to their children, although most are able to overcome this discomfort because they feel it is their greater duty to instill their children with sound values. As individuals who value order and structure, they're likely to create well-defined boundaries and roles for their children to live within.


ISFJ parents have a very difficult time if their children grow into "problem" adults. They tend to believe that it is their responsibility, and that they didn't work hard enough to raise their children well. This may or may not be the case, but usually it isn't. ISFJs usually put forth a lot of energy and effort and don't give themselves credit for doing so.


In many ways, an ISFJ makes an ideal parent. Their children will not lack for structure, appropriate guidelines, or warmth and affection. Their children will remember and value the ISFJ parent for their warm natures and genuine efforts on their children's behalf.


ISFJs as Friends

Although the ISFJ is likely to place God and family above their friends in their priorities, they genuinely enjoy spending time with friends and colleagues. In fact, ISFJs usually feel a strong need to talk problems and issues over with people before making decisions on their actions. Some ISFJs like to discuss things over with their friends, rather than their families.


ISFJs enjoy spending time with most other types of people. The love to observe people's reactions and emotions in situations, and so enjoy being around diverse types of people. The ISFJ usually remains reserved around others, and does not open up very much. However, since they have a need to talk things over with others in order to make decisions, they do really need some close confidantes in their life. Their preference for these companions is other Sensing Feeling Judgers. They really enjoy and respect the company of Intuitive Feelers as well, but are not able to relate to them quite as well.


Friends of the ISFJ will value them for their warmth, dependability, depth of emotional awareness and understanding.