Thursday, November 13, 2008

Side Effects May Include Loss of Appetite

I love food. At least I used to love food.

When I say I love food, I'm not talking about just enjoying eating. Don't get me wrong, loving food generally goes hand-in-hand with loving to eat. But my love for food goes beyond the physical act of consuming caloric sustenance.

I love every aspect of food: reading cookbooks, food magazines, restaurant reviews, food blogs, and anything else written about food; watching TV and movies that feature food--instructional, reality, or fictional that feature beautiful food; dining out; cooking simple or elaborate meals for myself and my family and friends; even cleaning the kitchen after a day spent preparing food.

When I travel, I spend weeks, if not months, researching the food available in the area I will be visiting. I dine at the high-end restaurants with fancy tasting menus and famous chefs if my budget can afford it. (On a recent extravagant trip I totaled 12 Michelin Stars!) I ask the locals about their favorite restaurants and what food they think best represents their region and am lead to tiny gems that escape under the radar of many tourists.

Well, I did do all that. Before I started taking Wellbutrin. I knew that Wellbutrin could have appetite suppression as a side effect but thought that wouldn't be bad. Heck I might just lose a few pounds. (I should note here that, though I love food, my weight is within the normal limits for my height.)

What I wasn't expecting was that I would lose my desire for food. I eat when I'm hungry and stop when I'm full. I have a hard time selecting food to eat because nothing sounds appetitizing. Don't get me wrong, when I put something in my mouth, I still want it to taste good. But it's usually whatever is at hand rather than something I have schemed and planned for.

In the past month, I've eaten out four times at restaurants that would ordinarily have me planning for days and reliving the memories for a while after the meal. I don't remember what I ate at any of the restaurants. (Though I DO remember the lovely time I had with my friends even though I didn't really care about the food.)

Last night I discovered the extent of my indifference to food. My sister and I always watch Top Chef together. I make a big batch of my amazing stove-top, real-butter popcorn while my sis mixes the drinks. I always watch the food intently and listen to what the judges say about the quality, the seasoning, the techniques. The interpersonal stuff between the contestants is fun but for me the show is all about the food. Until last night when the new season of Top Chef began. Like always, my sis and I sat down to watch together. But this time I didn't make popcorn. We watched the show but I couldn't tell you a single thing about any of the food except that I knew that the girl who made the boring salad would be the first to go home.

When the warnings said "loss of appetite," I was expecting to not feel hungry. I didn't think I would lose my desire for food and all things food-related. Webster lists "desire" and "hunger" as synonyms for appetite. So I guess it could be said that I have lost my appetite in all senses of the word.

I'm trying to figure out how I feel about this "loss of appetite." In all other respects, my emotional life is significantly better since I started taking Wellbutrin. I seem to have no other side effects related to the Wellbutrin. SSRIs gave me headaches, a lack of sexual desire, and an inability to care about anything. Is it really that much of a problem that I'm just not that interested in food anymore? In the past, I've given up other hobbies because I lost interest. Will this be like knitting and going to author readings: things I used to like to do but became bored with?

Perhaps my desire for all things food-related will return. I hope it does because right now it feels like an odd kind of hole in my life. Or maybe I'll just silently mourn the passing of an avid interest while I look approvingly at my ass in my new skinny jeans.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Voting Is Super Cool!

My eyes get misty every time I slide my ballot into the ballot box. I think I haven't missed a general election since I was eligible to vote for the first time 20 years ago. In the intervening years my political identity has changed. In my first election I voted for "Bush the Father." Yesterday I was thrilled to see "Bush the Son" ushered out of office by a man who will hopefully be the agent of change he proclaims to be.

Yesterday I took my daughter with me to the poll to turn in my and my husband's absentee ballots. Our state is planning to go all absentee for the next election and I wanted to her to see the traditional polling place before it is gone from our region. She was thrilled to drop our ballots in the box and wore her "I Voted" sticker proudly to school.

Voter turn-out seems to indicate that for this historical election, many people agreed that voting is cool. I sincerely hope that people continue to exercise their right/responsibility to vote when the most interesting things on the ballot are transportation funding and county judges.

Didn't mean to wax philosophic. Just wanted to say voting is super cool!

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

What a Difference the Chemicals Make!

It's been two months since I started the Wellbutrin and it's been a good thing.  I did a bit of the mania thing, which this time was pretty much just getting really jittery and talking very fast.  I didn't even seem to have problems with insomnia this time around.  (Though I do think I completely annoyed my sister who got a bit tired of the "ooh shiny" inability to focus on any one thing for more than 3 seconds.)

And I'm feeling pretty good about life in general right now.  I sleep like a normal person.  Walk the dogs.  Do fun stuff with my kid.  And even do the dishes from time to time.

While I've been on a break from my blog, I've vacationed with my mom and daughter, decided to go back to work part time, figured out that the thing I wanted to go to grad school for is really not what I want to do after all, taken a photography class, cleaned out the garage so my car actually fits in it, and attended my brother's wedding as the mother of the flower girl.

I'm not saying I'm never sad.  In fact I think I may feel sadness stronger now than I did when I was sad all the time.  And I'm certainly not always happy.  But I don't want to sleep all day.  I laugh when I'm happy.  I cry when I think of my aging dog's upcoming last days.  I can make decisions without second guessing myself for a week after.  And I am genuinely happy for the accomplishments of others.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Trying to Celebrate

Yesterday my husband graduated with the Master's degree he's been working on for the past three years. I'm so proud of him and the work he's been doing. So why were the tears I shed not tears of joy and pride? I was able to pass them off as such but I know they were tears of self pity. When I saw the Master's students with their hoods, I got a little weepy. But I completely lost it when the PhD grads walked in wearing their fancy regalia. Will I ever get to wear the silly hat?

The worst part of it all is that I can't talk to my husband about this. I want to be happy for him and do nothing to diminish this joyful time. So this afternoon, I'll go off to the class barbecue and smile and stand by like the supportive wife.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

(Not Quite) Happy Feet

Today I wore my happy shoes. They're red patent leather Danskos. I usually can't help but smile when I wear them. Today it didn't work.

Yesterday I finally broke down and went to the doctor for happy pills. I realized that for the third day in a row I had gone back to bed and slept the entire time my daughter was at school. Apparently this isn't normal.

I don't even want to write. Usually a bit of writing and I'm right back to my old self. Not this time. Leaving for a two-week vacation in a week with my daughter and mom. Usually I can't stop reading travel guides, searching travel websites and foodie blogs to find the hidden gems. This time I just keep thinking "I'll do it tomorrow."

So somehow through the fog, I came to the realization that I need to bring the chemicals back to my life. I refused the headaches, anxiety, and unmentionable side effects of SSRIs and opted instead for the induced mania that Wellbutrin provides. (The mania only lasts the first few weeks and it's not as much mania as it is hyper on steroids.) I took my first dose today. I haven't slept today but that's for lack of time, not lack of desire. I'm ready to start the mania.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Letter to the Future

The kids in my daughter's 2nd grade class are writing letters to themselves to be mailed to them in 10 years. We received an envelope with instructions to provide a stamp and an address to mail the letter to in 2018. In case we're not still in the same location, we were also asked to provide an index card with alternate addresses of friends and family.

Ten Years! Who knows where we'll be? I sat in the car looking at the envelope trying to imagine whose address I should put on the envelope. I can say with pretty near certainty that we will not be living in the same location. We're currently getting our house ready to sell so putting our current address on the envelope will be useless.

So I started thinking about who's important in our lives and where these people will be in 10 years. I sat in my car reading this benign letter from my daughter's teacher and burst into tears. The most logical people would be my daughter's grandparents. But in ten years will they still be able to live independently in their current homes? I couldn't allow my mind to take their future health considerations to the next unthinkable step.

I think I have identified the addresses I'll include. One makes me smile. I have a friend I met when I was 8, on the first day of school in 3rd grade. This fall marks our 30-year anniversary. He lives about 2 miles from us and his wife is my dearest friend. She was with me at the birth of my daughter. I was with her when her son was born. I smile when I think of them and us 10 years from now with no concerns about whether or not we will still be friends.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Plans for Thursday

Tomorrow is Thursday. Here are my big plans for celebrating Thursday:
  • Drive my daughter to school
  • 6 hours of watching brainless TV or surfing the internet
  • Pick up my daughter from school
  • Drive my daughter to the end-of-the-year concert
  • Be amused at the antics of the elementary-age kids while simultaneously rolling my eyes at the self-congratulatory remarks of the PTA leadership
I can't really do anything to avoid the Spring Concert (though somehow my husband has figured out a way to get an excused absence every year). And usually the kids' amusing antics outweigh the annoying PTA stuff.

It's the 6 hours in the middle of the day that I must do something about. I'll report back tomorrow and hopefully be able to tell you I did more than watch TV and surf the 'net.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Therapy

Earlier today I found myself sitting on the edge of the couch, staring at the floor, head in my hands, elbows on my knees. I looked like the pathetic woman in the antidepressant ads. All my ad needed was a butterfly to fly out of the shadows, sad music to turn into a salsa, and me to perk up and start dancing to the beat while declaring "God Almighty, I feel like myself again!"

Not going to happen.

No butterfly, no salsa music, no dancing and no "God Almighty!"

I've been depressed before and gratefully embraced the assistance of medication and talk therapy. Heck, usually I'm one of the biggest proponents of treating depression through these researched and effective methods.

Somehow this time it's different. I feel like this depression is more situational and less chemical, like this time I need to figure out a way to pull myself up straight and keep plodding along. Like maybe if I can beat this I'll never have to look at the side effects of SSRIs ever again.

Maybe that's just the crazies talking. Maybe the chemicals are the way to go. (If anyone is reading this, rest assured that I don't want to hurt myself or anyone else. I just want to sleep a lot and spend time sitting in the dark. Pretty harmless.)

It will pass and I'll be myself again. (Though I don't really know who "myself" actually is. I feel like if I can figure that out this cloud might go away.) If it gets worse or goes on too long I'll make yet another appointment and get yet another prescription that will give me headaches and insomnia.