I Think I’m Dying (aka) Adrenaline Crash…
Oh dear. What’s happening? I feel really sick. No, like gastroinstestinally–same–well, no. Quite nauseous. But the rest of me. I can barely explain it. I got enough sleep. Took my regular meds. But…despite someone needing to pass me a drool cup, it’s like I’ve been slipped some of the evil Dilantin/Phenytoin (if you don’t know what that is, it’s a pretty old school Anticonvulsant that turns you into more than a complete idiot than the newer ones…nasty, nasty, nasty!)
I can barely squeak out this post but here’s a simple link about Adrenaline and Cortisol. Basically, I’m pretty sure that the cortisol is still running high (as it probably has been for years!) I’ve never doubted the role that cortisol plays with Depression and other things… I think last night’s adrenaline rush has since brought me leaping off that tall building I was referring to. I’m still falling and hoping that there’s a net below?
I’ve been an adrenaline junkie for so many years due to the Bipolar and ADD that there’s been a rush and a fall so often and that throws the cortisol out of whack and everything just gets bungled up over and over again. PA’s slowed down a bit over the years but it’s hard to teach an old mind and an old body new tricks?
I don’t feel mentally “Depressed” but very confused (like I’ve suddenly become developmentally delayed) anxious and nervous…completely out of it as I can’t even find more words…physically exhausted.
Don’t worry, though, fearless readers! I shall be fine…!
God, I have to be. Going back to work tomorrow…