I have returned from the mental hospital. According to the other patients it's the best psych ward in the area. It was a pretty laid-back place. There was only one awful tech (did not like how she spoke to the sweet schizophrenic girl), the rest were good. It was impossible to sleep there at night though, they (the night staff) were so noisy. Yelling across the hall and slamming doors for NO reason. But I had a fun little clique so it wasn't too terrible.
I went there just to get my medications sorted out as quickly as possible. I was tired of waiting a month between each appointment and medication adjustment, and frustrated with that particular doctor not wanting me to be on "too many meds" when clearly two is not enough (I feel I generally need either a mood stabilizer or antipsychotic to balance out an antidepressant, plus an anxiety med.) Well, that and I was pretty sure that I would start spiraling sharply downward within a couple weeks if I didn't commit myself and let someone else handle it. Sometimes I need to be forced to start taking meds again.
The doctor basically said they were trying to figure out if I was bipolar or not. But that's the diagnosis I got for now.
Am now on Buspar, Effexor, Doxepin, and Prazosin. (not sure why they gave me the Prazosin, forgot to ask and they didn't bother to explain that one). So far, the effexor is making me feel very AWAKE as though I've taken adderall but I assume that may pass. I just hope it doesn't make me manic like wellbutrin did.
The social worker made me appointments for a nearby therapist and psychiatrist so hopefully that works out also. The doctor got me an appointment at a sleep clinic so I can FINALLY find out if I have sleep apnea or not.
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formerly Chiomara
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