And Around and Around We Go

I can't thank you all enough for all the wonderful words of support you all have sent me regarding my brain situation. It means so much to me, and you are ALL amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you. 

So here's the situation as of today: 

My meds doctor does not want to put me in the hospital, nor does he seem to be on board with getting me detoxed off all the handfuls of pills I am currently taking. He wants to try One. More. Medication. 

So I called my therapist, and said I felt like a lab rat, and I simply cannot go around the maypole one more time of a week of sleeping, a week of no sleeping, mood swings all over the place, and especially the episodes like I had last week and this past Monday. I can't do it. I'll try the med, and if it starts giving me the crazies? I'm committing myself. 

My therapist also said that she has the "911 pager" number for my meds doc, who, you'll remember, is also the head of the psych department. One more episode, one more HINT of an episode, I'm in, and if he has a problem with that, I'll go to another hospital. I can't do this dance again. 

So that's where I stand. Until the next move, I'm being closely watched. See?

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And Around and Around We Go — 6 Comments

  1. Many, many, many hugs. Were I not a poor person I would help fund your sanity. Instead I could offer to make you my domestic partner and get you on my benefits, altho you’d have to move to WI, which would prolly be problematic.
    Instead I will offer you hugs, a shoulder to crazy on, and distraction: LOOK KITTIES!

  2. Sometimes it seems like docs think patients are like jammed snack machines…just stick another quarter in or shake the machine.
    Thinking the best for you. Love the pix of the acrocat.

  3. I kind of want to grab your meds doc and shake him. Some people just don’t get it. All of this, however, will work out despite his inherent disability to provide adequate care. You’re desire to get help and heal is the biggest thing you’ve got going for you.
    Also, your cat photo frightens me. This is coming from a guy who has a life-size Jason Voorhees in his living room.

  4. Your meds doctor needs to be committed, methinks. What an asshat. Obviously your cats don’t understand the concept of paranoia–otherwise they’d avoid those Ceiling Cat impressions. Sheesh!
    Stay strong, girl. Sounds like you have a good advocate in your therapist.

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