1.) It snowed…a lot…Wednesday morning. Normally not headline news, but I had an appointment at 9AM twelve miles from my house and it took 45 minutes to get there in really slow traffic on un-plowed roads. Thank God I had Bob to drive me instead of having to drive myself.
2.) I met my new psychiatrist. She’s very monotone. She took a lot of notes. I shed a lot of tears and snot. When I ran down the list of failed medications, she looked at me and said, “Not a lot of options left.” TELL ME ABOUT IT.
3.) I walked out with three prescriptions and an appointment for next month.
a.) Prozac. I got results from it the first time. We’ll see if it works again.
b.) Topamax. The anti-convulsant used to treat migraines that once upon a time worked to take the edge off the train-wreck-psycho-bitchy moods. Also caused bizarre tingling in my hands and feet. And comes plastered with warnings about degrading the effectiveness of birth control. (We won’t discuss how I feel about that one. Lest we devolve into a discussion about my sex life.)
c.) Trazodone. Apparently “I generally only sleep for 3 hours or less at a time” is something that some doctors see as an actual problem. Trazodone is an antidepressant that is apparently very effective in putting people to sleep. I don’t necessarily have to take it every night, but I can take 1/2 to 2 pills at a time, depending on what works.
I didn’t get anything for ADHD because anti-depressants can help treat symptoms. (News to me.) They didn’t work before. I doubt they’ll suddenly work now. I already have a few points I’m going to need to address at my next appointment.
I wish I could say I felt better now that this initial appointment is out of the way, but I don’t.
I don’t know why.
Hopefully once I get settled back into a routine of pills things will change.
In the meantime…
FEH.
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