I suck. And I’ll start updating more, too.

August 1 2008 I had been discharged from my longest hospitalization.

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October 7th, 2013 I was hospitalized until October 24th because the stress of life, the universe and everything kicked in and I broke down. Of course, no beds on my Dr’s unit, so he loopholed me through PERT – Psychiatric Emergency Resource Team. They had an emergency room physician come in and put me on a Form 1. 72 hour involuntary hold. Dr N, my pdoc, was not impressed. He took me off it when I was transferred to Unit B, the ward he works on. I was a danger to myself. What crap.

I had a panic attack when they handed me the Form 42 (copy of the Form 1). PERT is just seclusion rooms. Luckily, I wasn’t locked in. They nurse gave me some Ativan and a heated blanket. I slept. BF showed up. He brought McDonalds. My friends took my car back to the apartment. The next day I was transferred to Unit B, where my pdoc works. I had a private room. It was BF’s birthday. He saw me anyways. I owed him big for that!  They tried to give me Ritalin at 10pm, night meds. I refused it. They charted I was “refusing meds”.  My pdoc laughed the next day, thankfully, saying it was good I knew to refuse Ritalin at 10pm! He then told them to NEVER give it to me after 4pm.

Pdoc was good to me. Saw me daily. I had a pass for Canadian Thanksgiving. It sucked, my dad was drunk and being an ass. It was a short pass, thankfully, I had BF with me. “Oh, back so soon.” Oh, yes. BF went for his MRI results: No change in the tumor since his diagnosis a year ago!! MRI’s are yearly, now. At the best cancer centre in Canada, only 45 min away from us. He had a seizure last night. His neurologist is still working on the meds. Less bad, shorter seizures, but still minor seizures. No unconsciousness, no disorientation, but still.

So, we had a lot of groups. I met a couple cool people. I had a day pass, I went to the barn, went riding.

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That’s me on Sparkle. She’s a five year old, gigantic Thoroughbred filly. Her registered name is “Sparkle Tangerine”. I did some walk, trot, canter and a small jump. She was very good. Look how tiny I am on her!  I was exhausted when I got back.

I did all the groups. I got so sick of the religious crap from a lot of patients. There wasn’t a lot of super craziness like I’ve seen. No restraints used, no chemical restraints used. A few “code whites” (unmanageable or violent patient) called. I was going to go long term, but the beds weren’t available. Dr N saw staying on the ward was getting hard on me, and we agreed on discharge for the 24th. I start outpatient therapy next Tuesday for anxiety, stress. CBT, that sort of thing. One on one. The only cost is parking.

I now take Geodon (aka Zedox), Lexapro (Cipralex), Ritalin, Topamax, Clonazepam, mostly at lower doses, managing. and my normal meds for my health. I was diagnosed with endometriosis yesterday. BLAH. I start birth control (I’ve had a tubal ligation!!) after my period to try to ease the pain. If not, we do more drastic things. It’s not the worst thing in the world. The ultrasound could have shown a million WORSE things. (Endo is not detected on most ultrasounds) I’ve decided on rotator cuff surgery. Dr N was great to me in the hospital. I thanked him before I left, for his patients. The rec therapists were great. One I’ve known since 2002. We even had a ball pit!

That’s my life for now.

2008 Breakdown, Hospitalization, ECT and Recovery

I went back to college in 2007, after a devastating year of psychosis, anorexia, multiple hospitalizations and an over-the-top manic episode. The first semester, fall semester, went pretty well, but as 2008 came and winter set in, I began to get more depressed. My first sign I was going down was when I bought several scales to watch my weight. The depression set in and I tried MAOI’s, which was hell, withdrawaing from SSRI’s for 14 days, then taking the MAOI, trying to follow the diet. I dropped to 90lbs.

I was failing all but one class. I couldn’t concentrate. The winter was hard on me. It was an especially snowy winter, and I lived up north. I broke down when I saw my mid-semester grades. All Fails except for one Pass. I dropped 2 classes and changed my graduation year from 2010 to 2011. I regretted that and tried to get back into the classes but they wouldn’t allow it, for some reason. It’s done differently at other colleges.

I had to go. I saw my counselor on an emergency appointment one morning and starting crying. I had to withdraw, I had to go home. My mother was upset. She made me get on the first bus back to Niagara Falls, and don’t drive to the bus station, for the love of g0d. My car was snowed in every day, so it wasn’t like I could get out.

After I signed the forms I hopped a bus to the terminal. I bought diet pops to get me home. I listened to my iPod and cried. My mom picked me up. I couldn’t look at her. I had a psychiatrists appointment the next day. I was put on a list to be hospitalized in the GNGH psychiatric ward and then a wait list for an opening at a psychiatric hospital in Hamilton.

The next Tuesday a bed was ready for me. I had no privileges. I could only go out for smokes supervised, usually in a group, and I was weak from not eating. I was given Ensure 4 times a day and never drank it and kept purging. They would force me to eat, and I would purge. They spent weeks going back and forth with a schizophrenia or schizoaffective diagnosis. They decided to sent me to an assessment ward at St Joe’s in Hamilton. The wait began.

I was put on Zyprexa, a terrific antipsychotic if you don’t mind being hungry out of your mind 24/7. I started eating again, not necessarily by choice. I HAD to eat, the Zyprexa made me. I was 100 pounds and not allowed to exercise and still had to chug the Ensure. I started giving it away. It tastes terrible.

I was granted a few hours to go home with my parents daily. Random drug tests caught me using diet pills, they showed up as opiates for some stupid reason. I had to admit to using diet pills and I was fucked from every angle. It sucked. They drug tested me every single time I came back on the unit. I got accused of painkiller (opiate) abuse. I’ve never abused a painkiller, not even when I shattered my shoulder in 2011 and was prescribed Percocets. I took those in half doses and was still knocked loopy. I don’t like what painkillers do to me, so I have no desire to abuse them

Finally when I was reaching my last straw, so sick of that hospital but unable to leave, even as a voluntary patient, because it would drop me to the bottom of the list for a transfer, on a Sunday night after returning from my parents, I was to be transferred the next morning. My parents were allowed to drive me, as I was a voluntary patient. I packed my stuff and smoked a lot of cigarettes in the washroom. I took showers, lit my smokes, and puffed in there.

I went to St Joe’s and was nervous as hell. I had a soft spoken doctor named Dr. B who was very nice to me. I had a social worker at appointments as a patients advocate. After I turned myself in a month later for cutting my wrists I decided that ECT was the answer. It wasn’t the first time it was brought up. I had been put on Clozapine and several other medications I can’t remember.

We had a lot to do at St Joe’s. My first day I wasn’t allowed off the ward, even though it was an unlocked ward. They trusted people more there. My nurse was very nice. He gave me nicotine replacement for the day and allowed me to sleep, waking me for meals. My roommates, I was in a 4 bedroom, comfortable ward with a nice bed with electronic adjustments! it didn’t look like a hospital room.

The nurses were young and nice. I didn’t have a bad nurse when I was there. My doctor was very nice and never got angry with me, not even when I slashed up my arm. He simply said if I was to leave the ward, I had to be with someone for the rest of the day, that I had punished myself enough. He LISTENED.

I gained weight, but I didn’t care. Food was buffet style and nobody forced me to eat or to drink supplements. I just ate what I felt like eating and gained weight. A rec therapist took us shopping, bowling, to movies and whatnot. It was nice. We had a schedule every day. I was assessed for personality disorders, mood (affective) disorders and psychotic disorders.

When we decided on ECT I had a physical, a Holter monitor and an echocardiogram of my heart. I was cleared and met the ECT doctor, a nice man whose name I forgot. He diagnosed me as being bipolar, not schizophrenic. The ECT nurse came to talk to me, and there were to be 12 treatments, 2 a week. ECT patients were allowed to sleep all day after the treatment, because of the potential headache and tiredness from general anesthetic. 

My first treatment I was very nervous. Dr. ECT and the nurse came in and covered my in heated blankets and the anesthesiologist knocked me out while I was being reassured by the medical team. I woke up with the IV out, a slight headache I took 2 regular strength tylenol for (I had never had a headache before) and allowed to sleep all day.

My roommate was going through ECT and she went from never leaving her bed, eating or anything, to coming to groups, going on outings, seeing her family and hanging out with some other women and I in the art room and painting or doing other crafts.

After 6 ECT sessions, being switched from bi-lateral (both sides of the head) to uni-lateral, I brought up stopping, as I was feeling much better. My social worker and Dr B agreed, and my assessment was finished, I was re-diagnosed as being bipolar, type 1, rapid cycling with schizotypal personality disorder.It has been changed to bipolar type 1, rapid cycling with psychosis in the past few years.

ECT upped my lows and shot down my highs. I don’t get full out psychotic manic anymore. I don’t take 10+ different medications a day. I take 4, plus one for a physical ailment called diabetes insipidus. I haven’t had a true, bipolar depressive episode since 2008. I’ve had circumstantial episodes, such as when my grandma and grandpa passed away.

I was discharged August 1, 2008, taking 3 medications. Seroquel, Effexor and Valium. I now take Seroquel, Epival (aka Depakote), Cipralex (aka Lexapro) and Xanax, but much lower doses. It hasn’t been easy. I moved to Burlington with friends and everything fell apart. I went back to college, and had to retake a class before graduating in 2012 with a degree in computer engineering. I don’t currently work due to a physical injury that might require surgery. I do freelance jobs online, though, for extra money.

I have a boyfriend. My psychiatrist, who is new, Dr. N, is always questioning my social life: most of my  friends are male, and I have very few close friends. I was diagnosed with the possibility of mild to moderate AD(H)D, inattentive type. I have flashbacks from the times I did drugs, and when I was at my worst.

I still get angry, sometimes out of control. I can get scary. I am devastated that one night I was out of control angry and took it out on my mom. I can’t forgive myself for that. But the next day she called me and asked me if I wanted to go to Canada’s Wonderland in the next couple weeks, she’ll book a day off of work so we can go ride coasters together.

My boyfriend is supportive. He’s great. He unfortunately has a brain tumor and has complex partial seizures every couple of weeks. We’re waiting for an expensive medication to be approved by the government to stop the seizures. I don’t know how he deals knowing he’s going to have a seizure, that he has a tumor. So far the news has been the best we can get: it’s small, probably benign, and it hasn’t changed at all.

I have a small support group, but I love them. My boyfriend is so supportive. He’s always there for me and I can’t thank him enough. I will always be bipolar, but treatments are getting better, and i honestly owe my life to St Joe’s, Dr. B and ECT.

“April is the cruelest month”

 

It’s true.ImageThe sun is shining, the snow is melting, plants are growing, everything is just out of whack!

I live in Canada, southern Ontario to be more specific, and well, we have a lot of weather change here. This can set off moods like a rocket and definitely unsettle people. I get hypomanic in the fall, and somewhat depressed in the winter, and mixed in spring. Happy Easter everybody! (Even though I don’t understand that holiday at all) 

Springtime is high time for manic episodes, but they aren’t exactly sure why. (Surprise, surprise)

 Admissions to psychiatric wards, in Ontario Canada, is April, mostly for mania. This was confirmed by Dr. Levitt, a psychiatrist at Sunnybrook Hospital in Toronto(1) Many patients go from blah, depressed, to BAM! Manic!

 Remember, mania can be just as debilitating as depression. It’s not all fun and games and it can land you in a lot of trouble. Irritation and grandiose ideas are two problems that accompany mania, as well as excessive spending and irresponsibility. This is known as “seasonal bipolar”.

 Daylight savings time can also throw of the proverbial bipolar clock. There are more hours of light in the day and this can be very confusing to the mind and body. Myself, I get extraordinarily tired. All of this can activate bipolar disorder, even if you’re properly medicated and cared for. If you are properly medicated and cared for, it makes the transition easier, but it still sucks. For bipolar students, the stress is increased as the end of the school year is in sight, and it’s time to cram for exams.

 Cutting down on caffeine and eating properly can help through this transition, as well as getting the same amount of sleep at the same time at night. And take your meds!

 March Madness and September Sadness are no joke, they have been in history as far back as we can go in studying mood disorders. There is no real explanation, just hypothesis on what might cause this scenario. You may or may not end up hypo (or full out) manic, but take precautions. A manic episode can be devastating!

If you live in an area without as dramatic seasonal changes, unlike Canada, you may be getting off lucky.

  1. http://www.nationalreviewofmedicine.com/issue/2006/04_15/3_patients_practice02_7.html

  2. http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/bipolar-you/201103/spring-has-sprung-and-so-might-your-hypomania-0

Medications Part 4 – Atypical Antipsychotics Aren’t Just for Schizophrenia

A lot of people hear the word “antipsychotic” and shy away from the medication, or think they’re doomed. But in fact, atypical antipsychotics are quite useful in the treatment of bipolar disorder and depression.

 A few are even FDA approved for the use of either augmenting an antidepressant for someone with clinical or major depressive disorder, or as a mood stabilizer for bipolar disorder. I’ve been on atypical antipsychotics since I was 18, and must say, they have less side effects than the first generation ones, and they’re much more helpful. One, called Symbyax, is a pill of Zyprexa and Prozac paired for use in major depression and approved for bipolar depression as well.

 The main atypical antipsychotics are Abilify, Saphris, Fanapt, Latuda, Zyprexa, Symbyax, Invega, Seroquel, Risperdal, Geodon/Zeldox and Clozapine*.

 Antipsychotics, unfortunately, have the risk of major weight gain. I gained 40 pounds while on Zyprexa, it seemed to even out when I switched to Abilify. This can be off-putting for many of those prescribed these medications. Geodon, Clozapine and Abilify are considered “weight-neutral”, meaning they do not cause weight gain or loss(1) but your mileage may vary. I lose weight on Geodon.

 I found Risperdal to be a little sedating for a bit. But the big problem with many atypical antipsychotics (or AAP’s, for short) can cause your prolactin (a hormone) to go up. This, in females, can stop your period and cause “leaky breasts”. It’s not as much fun as it sounds, it’s downright gross and embarrassing to try to explain to your 70 year old shrink that your tits are leaking! Before I took Risperdal, I actually had to take medications to increase my prolactin levels, and I was taken off them before starting Risperdal.

 I find Risperdal to be a good “once in a while” medication. It doesn’t have the mood stabilizing effects that a lot of the others do. It helped with my irritability, but I’ve never been on it long enough to see it’s full effects. But my boobs went from a C to a DD. It is also available in a long acting injection. I don’t like long acting injections because once its in your system, it stays there, and until its completely out, you get the side effects.

 Saphris is a newer AAP and is not available in Canada, to my knowledge, and when swallowed, is only 10% effective, so, like Zyprexa Zydis, it has to be dissolved under the tongue. Reports say that it’s horribly disgusting tasting but it works. You also get a numb mouth for a little bit, which is always heaps of fun. Zyprexa Zydis doesn’t cause as much weight gain as Zyprexa itself, for some reason, and is good at knocking you right out, but there’s always that chalky feeling in your mouth the next day. Ick.

 Seroquel is one of the most well known AAP’s out there and is also known for causing a lot of weight gain. I never really gained on Seroquel, to be honest, and it made me stop smoking so much for some strange reason. Unfortunately I had weird side effects from it (heart arrythmia’s and trouble swallowing) so I had to stop taking it. At one point I was taking 900mg a day, enough to sedate a horse. No wonder I kept falling asleep in class! The dose I’ve noticed most people take is 300-600mg a day, usually at bedtime. It’s good in tiny doses (12.5mg, 25mg) for anxiety or a PRN (as needed) medication. It is also approved to be used with an antidepressant in bipolar and unipolar depression. Some people call it Slurrrroquel because of its sedating effects. It can be used as a mood stabilizer without a combination of an anti-convulsant.

 Geodon is one of my favourites, I honestly shouldn’t have switched to Abilify. Some people find Geodon (called Zeldox in most of the world, I’m using the USA name) very sedating, but I found it not-so-much. I often have trouble sleeping or staying asleep on it. It works as a mood stabilizer as well. It’s weight neutral but can cause akithasia, inner restlessness, something I’m feeling now due to Abilify. Abilify is considered a third generation antipsychotic, while the rest are second generations.

 Okay, this isn’t a review on AAP’s, so I’ll continue on with how they work, how they differ from “typical” antipsychotics and side effects.

 How do they work?

Like most psychiatric medication, they don’t really know how or why they work.(2) The theory is that they act on dopamine (a neurotransmitter) and block other neuroreceptors. Rispderal is said to block the creation of serotonin and dopamine, so the symptoms don’t show up, and Invega works the same way. Zyprexa, Seroquel and Clozapine block several receptors and try to fix the chemical imbalance in the brain, but unfortunately, do to this specific mechanism, type 2 diabetes is a possible side effect, as is weight gain. Abilify is unknown and Geodon is completely different, helping with positive and negative symptoms of schizophrenia, making it a good mood stabilizer.

 Side Effects

They say side effects only occur in 10% of those taking these meds(3) but honestly, I think its much more than that. Common side effects are: weight gain, tachycardia, insomnia, akathisia, agitation, anxiety, headache. It’s kind of funny because some of those side effects are what those medications treat.

 Rare side effects include: Dystonia(4), Parkinsonism(5), tardive dyskenesia and neuroleptic malignant syndrome, and sometimes type 2 diabetes.

 Atypical vs. Typical

Typical antipsychotics are sometimes called neurloeptics because it means “seize the neuron”(6) They tend to control symptoms such as mania, delusions and hallucinations, also called “positive symptoms”. (Do remember, that schizophrenia and bipolar work similarly in the brain) Side effects are similar, but worse, and can cause tardive dyskenesia (7), sometimes they are paired with medications like Cogentin to stop this.

 Though typical’s can treat positive symptoms, the negative symptoms are still there. In the 1980’s, researchers found a way to treat both sides of the spectrum, called atypical antipsychotics, that work on more receptors and have less severe side effects.

 “Researchers speculate that traditional antipsychotic medications completely block one kind of dopamine receptor, leaving other types of dopamine receptors unaffected. Atypical antipsychotics appear to block many kinds of dopamine receptors less completely.”

 

Doctors and mental illness discrimination

This isn’t really an educational article. This is going to replay the last few weeks of my fight to get help.

My psychiatrist retired immediately after changing my meds and leaving me with nobody, except my GP to refill the prescriptions. My GP has referred me to every psychiatrist in the area, I have done my own research, and be damned if I can get in with a new shrink.

I like to have things set out and planned. I like knowing what’s going to come next. This lack-of-psychiatrist while going through bad restlessness from the Abilify (it works great, but I am restless as hell) just doesn’t work for me. My GP seemed fine at the beginning, like he’d prescribe everything for me, he took care of the diabetes insipidus, he’s been great. Except, he will not change any of my psychiatric medications.

He told me to take Cogentin for side effects, but Cogentin has worse side effects than the medication causing the side effects you’re trying to get rid of. So I was prescribed Artane, same deal, then Mirapex, which seemed good, until I read the PI sheet. “May cause you to fall asleep at random”. No. I eventually settled on generic Benadryl, and it takes the edge off. (Many people take beta-blockers for the restlessness, but my blood pressure is low, even lower with the HCTZ, so there is a chance I’d pass out)

I got in with a psychiatrist, all my problems were solved! No, she does a one time consult, reports back to your GP and makes a suggestion. She had no suggestions for me, really, except to swap antipsychotics, which was my idea, too. But my GP doesn’t feel comfortable doing this. I was referred to Telemedicine. They do a one time consult, I’m not even wasting my time, and their time, either.

So after I saw the first consult psychiatrist I decided to go to the ER of W-town, the city I was in at the time. It wasn’t busy and I was immediately put into Seclusion, where my boyfriend kept me occupied with his Nintendo DS, and I texted my friend to see if we could bump lunch up a little later, I was in W-town and to get back to S-town it would take extra time.

A doctor came in. i explained my problem, I needed a psychiatrist, I need a medication change. So he orders blood work and an EKG, which I refused (BIG mistake) because I just wanted to leave. By this time I knew I wasn’t going to get anything sorted out. I sat and waited for them to discharge me, and a nurse came in and we got into an argument over the blood tests. I said, I just had them done 2 weeks ago at a physical, they test everything, call my GP. She bitched at me, I finally asked “How long for the results?”

“An hour”

Okay, I can live with that. I let her take my blood, which she did really fucking badly, I’m not sure if it was because she’s incompetent (I very rarely, if ever have had anyone screw up drawing my blood that I can remember and I get blood work done very frequently, at one point, it was twice a week) She leaves, the doctor (it was his first day) comes in holding a piece of paper.

It was a form 42. 72 Hour Hold. Involuntary. I hadn’t been hospitalized since 2008 and this jackass, on his first day had just committed me. I demanded to speak to a patients advocate (that’s my right as a patient) and he refused. I called my mom to get her to call her lawyer, they took away my phone. So I ended up in the psych ward for 24 hours, left with a “Call Dr. P and take more Xanax”

Need I say that they refused to give me Xanax while I was under their care? I went into withdrawal, I was shaking, and they blamed it on recreational drugs, even though I tested clean.

I got out, gave up. I tried talking to my GP about all the bullshit, he can’t really do anything.

Nobody will do anything. Psychiatrist 1 sends me to another, to another, back to GP, to another. Etc. It’s a circle.

There is a huge amount of discrimination via doctors with mental health. Especially since I’ve been in the system for so long. 14 years. I was told before being discharged that I would not get a psychiatrist to see on a regular basis and “well, life’s not fair”.

My old psychiatrist always told me, “you’ll never be 100%, so why don’t you settle on 70 or 80% and live like that?”

Fuck. That.

Still jumping through hoops. I can’t afford a therapist, though they can’t do shit about my meds, they do help. My GP won’t alter my meds, nobody will see me more than once.

They have no clue whatsoever. I have been chewed up and spit out by this system and I really can’t take much more. I was put on a 72 hour hold because I attempted suicide 11 years ago. I was calm and fairly collected (I didn’t run around yelling and screaming) during the intake process. I didn’t rip the Form 42 up and kick Dr. First Day in the balls. I complied, because I know what happens when you don’t comply. It’s not pretty.

On the other hand, I broke my shoulder last year and there’s a 9 month waiting list for physio. My insurance doesn’t cover most physio and at $150/hr, yeah, right. My shoulder is, in medical terms, “very messed up”. So I suppose the mental health system is no better than the entire system itself.

Also, they wrongly diagnosed me with borderline personality disorder (something that has been discussed since I’ve been in treatment) by asking me only borderline personality disorder questions. Then they’d ask “why do you THINK you’re bipolar?” Because, um, well, 9 psychiatrists and 4 psychologists have assessed me (once was over a period of 6 months inpatient) and they TOLD me I was bipolar. I don’t want a disorder!

I tried to speak up. I tried to ask for help. It was denied. I was put in a locked ward and denied a medication I need. I’m more irritable. I’m afraid of telling the truth so they won’t lock me up again.

Something has to be done.

Danger! Lithium Orotate

If you do a basic Google search for this supplement, it will bring up things like:

  • Lithium orotate works!
  • Lithium orotate is NOT a prescription drug!
  • It is NOT toxic like lithium carbonate! (1)

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Well, what do you think when something sounds too good to be true?
It probably is.

Over the counter supplements can be extremely dangerous when put in the wrong hands. Diet pills are a good example. So many diet pills are put up and pulled down from the market in any given month, and serious side effects are later reported: heart failure, anxiety, liver or kidney problems. Sure, people abuse over the counter supplements because they think they are safe, but some over the counter supplements can do far worse than a prescription medication.

This article is probably going to piss some people off because I’m fairly anti-over-the-counter-supplement, unless I need something for my cough or flu. Vitamins are always a good idea, but you should still make sure you need them. Sometimes more is too much. This is my side, and many medical professionals, sides of lithium orotate. I’m not saying it’s going to immediately kill you, it may work, but tell your doctor, as with any supplement you may be taking because they can interact with other medications and dietary supplements too. I can’t stress that enough. Also, it isn’t allowed in Canada.

Let’s get started.

What is lithium orotate?
Another way of delivering lithium. Lithium carbonate is generally used in bipolar disorder in doses of 300mg and up. They claim that lithium orotate goes “straight to the brain”(2) but this is untrue because medications have to be processed by the body, mainly liver and kidneys, and the blood-brain barrier has it’s own defence system, which basically means, drugs don’t go directly to the brain. The barrier is needed to keep the brain and central nervous system healthy. It treats medications as an enemy, not allowing them through. (3)

Okay, so lithium orotate is just another method of delivering lithium to the body in hopes of it helping bipolar disorder, depression, anxiety, and whatever else.

Lithium orotate is a salt of lithium and orotic acid. There are no systematic reviews of the efficiency of lithium orotate for any condition. In 1979, it was found that lithium orotate was more dangerous to the kidneys than lithium carbonate.(4) Don’t forget about the thyroid! Lithium effects that, too.

Lithium attacks the kidneys. I know this because I have diabetes insipidus. People complain of symptoms such as urinating too much and being constantly thirsty on lithium orotate. I am not saying its causing diabetes insipidus in all the users, but that’s not necessarily good for you. Ok, I’ll stop giving you my opinion and give you some facts.

Lithium Toxicity from Internet Dietary Supplement (5)
The internet has made it easier to get supplements, and easier to overdose on them. An 18 year old woman presented in the emergency room after taking 18 tablets of a lithium orotate based product, each containing 120mg of lithium. She had a low lithium level, was vomitting, and given IV fluids. 90 minutes later, her lithium level was higher, and she was transferred to a psychiatric ward with stable vital signs, but also lithium toxicity.

Lithium orotate is not FDA approved. (6)
There is no research of it being used on humans, but it is available online to anybody.

Lithium orotate releases more lithium into the body than lithium carbonate, bringing us back to kidney issues. Kidney disease, kidney failure, and death. Talk to your doctor. Don’t believe everything you read, take caution, and read the bottle. Unlike a prescription bottle, whose to say if the information is accurate?

“Controversial claims regarding the actual benefits and side effects of lithium orotate are widespread. Much of the debate centers around the last recorded study done on rats in 1979 by Smith and Schou. In the study, equal amounts of all three lithium derivatives were given to the rats. The results indicated that lithium orotate was not eliminated by the rats’ kidneys, unlike the other two brands.” (7)

So what am I trying to say?
Lithium orotate could help you. Or it could not. It could damage your kidneys or kill you. If you need to be on lithium, get it through your doctor or psychiatrist, not off the internet. It’s been used since the 1970’s. You need kidneys and the risk of damage is lowered when a physician is having regular levels drawn and monitoring your treatment.

(1) http://mysite.verizon.net/res003jh/lithium-orotate/
(2) http://www.marsvenus.com/p/lithium-orotate
(3) http://www.health.umn.edu/research/corridors/brain/blood-brain-barrier/index.htm
(4) http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/34690
(5) http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/18072162
(6) http://www.ehow.com/about_5531532_lithium-orotate-information.html
(7) http://www.ehow.com/about_4614151_side-effects-lithium-orotate.html