Monday, March 18, 2013

Downhill fast

The doctors are playing pinata with my medications again. They really have no clue as to what is going on with me. They added an additional benzodiazipine to my regiment of rescue meds. The pharmacist was shocked that they were giving me two benzos, plus hydroxizine for anxiety. They took away one of my mood stabilizers. All of this is just a stab in the dark.

So I'm doing the things I can do to take care of myself. I remind myself to eat and take my meds. I do my therapy homework. I try not to obsess about things I have no control over. I try to get enough sleep without sleeping too much.

Still I'm frightened by this new plot twist. I worry that I am getting worse instead of better. There really isn't anything else I can do. Just wait and see what's happening and how things turn out.


  1. Or, and i'm just guessing here, perhaps you need new doctors. It seems that the ones you have, suck. Perchance, are they all men?

  2. The VA does seem to lack competent doctors, but my psychiatrist is a real sweetheart and I like her. I go to a special clinic that is all female doctors and therapists and such. It definitely needs more funding though, so they can get a waiting room and stuff like that. It's right above the addiction clinic and a methadone dispensary and we have to check in to our appointments there, which is extremely uncomfortable.

  3. I'm guessing this will please you, my lady.