Finally remembered to make a call about the venlafaxine. Because it is my least favorite medication (after suffering withdrawal symptoms when I was off of it for 3 days).
Of course my psychiatrist is on vacation for the week, but his nurse will call me back. If I am super lucky she will have the power to say that I can cut back on my venlafaxine before I go see the psychiatrist at the end of January.
When I called before and talked to someone at the main scheduling number, they saw that I was due for a psychiatry visit soon and he said, "Oh, can you just wait until then and talk to your doctor about it?" and I said that would be fine.
But later it occurred to me that I would much rather begin tapering off before I go see him so that I can let him know how things are going on the lower dose.
It is much more difficult for me to be a self-advocate in the realm of mental health. I was a fantastic self-advocate as an infertility patient. I also knew EVERYTHING. But in many ways the infertility crap was much more straightforward.
I can't believe that I am saying that now. At the time, the infertility crap felt horribly complicated. But we have a pretty sophisticated understanding of what it takes to fertilize an egg. And pregnancy is a well-understood (if incredibly awesome) condition.
It's really not so with bipolar. Or Depression. Added to that is the fact that when you are need the most help, you are least able to speak up for yourself. And you have no idea what you might need. And it is just not straightforward. It's fuzzy. I hate fuzzy.
So I get to get some brownie points-- which I may exchange for actual brownies-- for contacting the psychiatrist's office today and whatnot.
Grateful Crap: not being an infertility patient. Because that requires patience. Ha.
called about meds
met with a friend
Still no cord for camera
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