- On May 29, 2013
- By Deena Nyer Mendlowitz
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The crashing seems to have stopped. My mood is uneven but manageable.
I am grateful, appreciative, realize how lucky I am, framing things in the best light and so on and on and on.
Let’s get that out of the way so I do not have to couch every sentence with one of those sentiments.
A few months back I went to the OB/GYN cause I was having hot flashes and night sweats. According to the cute old man with a fun accent Dr. guy, I am either having estrogen issues because of my poly-cystic ovaries or I am beginning early onset menopause. I am thirty-fuckin-five, by the way, so yeah that’s early.
But honestly, if this was not effecting my mood, I probably would be good with it, I have no reason to delay menopause, so, sure, let’s get that out of the way.
But hormones off-kilter equals mood off-kilter so back to the psychiatrist I went. To help with the hormones I can take a birth control pill, said birth control can make one of my meds, the med that helps me the most, less effective
So it becomes wait and see.
Will these pills even things out or swing things in the wrong direction?
Wait and see has not worked well before.
So, I find myself angry.
Angry that I might be a patient again. I am so sick of being a patient.
Angry that others might feel the need/actually need to take on some semblance of a caregiver mode. The idea of that makes me want to jump out of my skin. I am so not comfortable with needing any sort of caregiving.
I did the hard work. Over a year of it. I took it more seriously then I ever did school work, and now there is a chance that could get messed up, and that sucks.
So I get to make the choice to continue being pro-active, to hope the meds stuff balances out quickly, and to every now and then, get angry, cause, in my view, angry beats sad everyday of the week and twice on Sunday. (A Few Good Men reference!)
- On May 28, 2013
- By Deena Nyer Mendlowitz
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“In some ways suffering ceases to be suffering at the moment it finds a meaning, such as the meaning of a sacrifice.” -Viktor Frankl
I have an appointment to get my meds adjusted tomorrow. I am struggling but not suffering for I have meaning in a six and a half year old boy who loves and needs me and makes me smile and laugh.
I am grateful I am healthy enough to easily see this.
- On May 27, 2013
- By Deena Nyer Mendlowitz
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When it comes to the mania part of my depression, it is tiny, like a mini M&M in a bowl of Double Stuff Oreos, tiny. By the way, I think women who are pregnant with twins would look really cute in t-shirts that say double stuff.
But back to the mania, My mania is more the needs little sleep/has lots of energy mania. In other words, the good kind. I do not know what crashing from real mania is like, I have to imagine it would be a thousand times worse than crashing from a week of regular elevated happiness. That would be me right now, feeling a regular crash. It is scary and hard to manage, but I am lucky.
People in my mood disorder camp, when they are sick, some of them cycle many times a week or even a day. High. Crash. High. Crash.
I honestly cannot imagine it.
Crashing for me comes as a quick onset of lowness, sadness, scary thoughts. Thoughts that are the worst kind of familiar.
Hopefully, like my son’s enjoyment of Dora the Explorer, it will be short lived.
- On May 27, 2013
- By Deena Nyer Mendlowitz
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awesome. Awesome. AWesome. AWEsome. AWESome. AWESOme. AWESOMe. AWESOME.
crash.
crashing hard.
Mood tanking.
But the awesome happened. So much awesome.
Depression: A Very Special Mother’s Day Episode
- On May 10, 2013
- By Deena Nyer Mendlowitz
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I have often said the saving grace during my hellish depression was that my son’s life was not impacted at all. While there were some days he knew I wasn’t feeling well (and a whole trip to Florida to visit MY grandparents, that my husband so wonderfully took him on while I stayed here,) for my son, it was nothing he ever knew he had to worry about. And for the majority of my prolonged illness, I was able to care for him like I always do, with equal amounts love and tv watching.
While sick, I was fortunate enough to drop my son off at school and pick him up on an almost daily basis. Sure, for a few months, I would drop him off, go to an outpatient mood disorder program, have suicidal thoughts, and then pick him up, but he didn’t know that. Honestly, I could have showed up in a leg cast and one of those dog cones and as long as I had a treat for him in the car, he would have been completely un-phased.
Lots of things were unmanageable when I was sick. I stopped working, I stopped talking on the phone as much, I stopped watching So You Think You Can Dance, but I was able to take care of my son, this most important boy in my life.
The fact that I still could be such an active (well involved, I not really an active anything) part of my son’s life was not due to some “pick yourself up by the bootstraps” mentality I had. It wasn’t that I was strong and mothers who can’t take care of their kids during depression are weak. It was that I was lucky, and these other moms, are not. I had my moments when I needed others to take over and if these moments became a way of life, I would have been a guilt-filled, suicidal mess.
I often said taking care of my son was my saving grace, because it literally was. If I couldn’t have done that, I don’t know that I would have made it.
So thank you to everyone who mothered my son and me when we needed it – my husband, parents, family, friends, and for his many, many hours of service, Sponge Bob Squarepants.
My Dad writes about TV and His Life:
- On May 02, 2013
- By Deena Nyer Mendlowitz
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First came Hootenanny – then came Shindig – and a scant 4 months later there was Hullabaloo
For those of you too young to know – this was sorta the early version of MTV with Go go dancers, folksingers, comedians and top Rock groups like Beatles, the Who and Sonny and Cher – this was lip-sink heaven.
Why do I know this information – It’s because I am TV -so to speak – I am the original TV generation.
TV was going national around the time I was exiting the birth canal – I have been watching TV for over 60 years.
The aforementioned programs were started in the early 60’s – that was already my second decade of TV watching.
TV has changed over the years and so have I – as a 4yr old in 1952 (still in diapers – my mother swore she was sending me to Kindergarten in them – by the way my mom’s still around I think she’s hanging in till I am in Depends – just so she can say it serves you right! – but I digress)
I received my early education from likes of Miss Frances of Ding Dong School, Captains Penny and Kangaroo and of course it was always Howdy Dowdy time – with Buffalo Bob and Clarabelle the Clown –
As the decade moved on I was further educated by the cast of characters from Frostbite Falls, Minnesota – none other than Rocky and his friends – Bullwinkle – Boris – Natasha and of course the wonderful Fractured Fairy tales the most adult – kids show on TV.
Years later watching reruns – I kept saying “How did I miss that?
As the 50s progressed – so did I – I am now a 10 then 11 yr old about to become a teenager –
I went from enjoying the Mickey Mouse Club an its iconic songs like Miska muska mousekateer – mouse cartoon time now is here!
TO Annette Funicello – the look –her hair – THAT CHEST – why had I never noticed that before? –
Now it seemed it was the only thing I was watching – new viewing habits – neat!
But were there others – My God they were all over –
77 Sunset Strip/ Surfside 6/Hawaiian Eye –Even Gunsmoke had Miss Kitty – How lucky to be a teenager
But there was more for the teenage male mind – Westerns – in the late 50s and 60s westerns occupied at least half of the top 20 programs wow what fun!
And another cool thing – no more going to the corner drugstore to test tubes – TV a new and better product.
But now its college time – off to college I go – well to be honest several (another story for another time) –
this was the mid to late 60s – this was fun times Beatniks leaving hippies coming – No Bra Era –
Still liked the chest –
The Smothers Brothers what irreverent fun – that is until the censors booted them off TV
We all ended up having the last Laugh or should I say LAUGH-IN
From “Here comes the Judge” to” Very Interesting but Schpid” to “you bet your Bippy” and the wonderful “sock it to me” –
irreverence at its best – a true mirror to a changing society.
Of all the quirky characters my personal favorites were – Arte Johnson and Ruth Buzzi as, Tyrone the dirty old man and the spinster Gladys –
as Tyrone sits next Glayds on a park bench they utter the famous lines
He Says: Do you believe in the hereafter?
Gladys: Of course I do!
Good. Then you know what I’m here after!
Of course she beats him up with her purse – as always – and on moves the craziness –
So many characters – so many stars – so late 60s
As I move into my 3rd and 4th decades – I am a couple then a husband with two TVs – the one in the bedroom is much more fun –
I get to share it with my wife – who also happens to have a great chest –
did you think I’d change?
Now with a family back to kids TV only now only its – Sesame Street and the Electric Company .
And this generation Kid’s Show with the adult mind –
The Muppet Show.- Statler and Waldorf – personal favorites.
Having a Family – there were family shows of all stripes – the 50’s and 60s gave Lucy, Dick Van Dyke and Father knows best – the 70s/80s gave us liberated households – Mary Tyler Moore ( allowed us to laugh at a funeral – alas poor Chuckles), Maude, Rhoda, Happy Days (who knew a Jewish kid made such a great greaser) and of course
the GAME changer – All in the Family – whose lead Character – Archie Bunker became synonymous with the silliness of bigotry – and taught us all lessons – thank you Norman Lear.
But I was hooked the best written, smartest show ever produced for TV – MASH – Its last show was watched by more people that any series show ever – causing a brown out in NY (too many flushing toilets when it ended – that’s rust not what you’re thinking).
MASH was one of a kind show that gave us an understanding of the best acronym ever!
SNAFU – Situation Normal all fucked Up!
Westerns were replaced by Cops, Lawyers, Detectives, doctors and who shot JR.
And there were still gorgeous women – but now many were younger that me – this has me worried!
As I move through time I want mention the enduring genre of late night TV I watched a lot of it! – the model created by the genius Steve Allen and his cast of crazies and his willingness to do most anything from talking to people on the street to swimming in Jello to even having lunch with me (buts that’s another story). He set a very high bar – but Jack Paar was up to the task and was a great interviewer of some very strange personalities and he was followed by the king Johnny Carson – for 30 yrs he could do it all.
As Ed McMahon said to Karnac – the ans is Sis Boom Baa – the Ques – what is the sound – exploding sheep make.
Unfortunately Carson was the end of genius on NBC – he was replaced by Ambien better known as the over the counter drug – LENO
The last 20 years have flown by there have been many great shows – Must see TV – CSIs – Law and Order of every variety – But TV continues to mirror my life –
Mad about you – nailed a couples relationship–
Jamie – Takes twist tie off the bagel package – takes her bagel – reseals the package –
Paul enters rips open package takes a bagel and walks away.
And my personal favorite
Jamie goes through a detailed explanation of plans with Paul – 10 minutes later Paul asks what’s the plans for today? –
Exasperated she says I just told you – he say yes but this time I am listening.
Seinfeld created more catch phrases than most shows From Yadda, yadda, yadda. To no soup for you –
to “they are real and they’re spectacular” my recurring theme
And now a grandfather I watch a new generation of kids shows like Dinosaur train – the programs of Nickelodeon and nick Jr
and the familiar Sesame Street –
and according to my daughter there is even one for the stoners “Yo Gabba Gabba” – that’s pretty cool dude!
But after 60 years of watching there has been progress –
Lucy and Ricky were never shown in bed – Rob and Laurie on Dick Van Dyke slept in twin beds,
Ray and Debra on Everybody Loves Raymond were shown in their bed together
and Today –
Mitchell and Cameron on Modern Family – get to share a bed!
That’s Real progress – hopefully this does mirror acceptance in our society.
And by the way Grandfather or not Gloria on Modern Family – what a look – what a chest!