30-something yr. old recently medicated female diagnosed with bipolar disorder in 2001 who's trying to find herself since she's in neither reality nor reflection
Monday, August 28, 2006
Here We Go
Well, the appt went... okay. It was scheduled for 12:30, so I got there at 12:15 just to sit there for 35 mins until I was seen. I was pissed and that wasn't a good since I was seeing the person that was going to give me drugs. I tried my best to keep my composure but my biggest pet peeve is tardiness. I finally saw the doc and we quickly went over the 2 hour form that was filled out during intake 6 wks ago. After about 35 mins of hysterically crying while listing my symptoms, she went off to another office to see if she could get me some samples. Thank the heavens because she found some. She gave me a 4 wk supply of Zyprexa that I'm to take once a night before bedtime. The hardest part was over. I had to go back to the waiting room and schedule an appt for a psych that would see me once a week. My patience was running low, and of course, it was tried again. I don't know if that was a new secretary or too many people were scheduled but I never got my appt. I was too impatient and just told her that I would call later to sched the appt. My meter was running out and I wasn't going to put more money in there just to sched an appt that would take about 5 minute. I got my drugs and that was all that I was worried about. Now I have to get up the nerve to take them.
Labels:
changes,
depression,
emotional,
meds,
mental health,
therapy
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