It’s been a dramatic couple weeks. I was doing just fine…actually, I was doing awesome. Then we had the Great Medicine Debacle of 2016. Insurance didn’t (and still doesn’t) want to cooperate, I almost ran out of meds several times, and my psychiatrist (or nurse practitioner, whatever the hell you want to call her) did not appropriately handle the situation. At all. I know before I said she was awesome. I take that back.
To say I lost my shit is an understatement. I was a non-functional, hot mess riddled with anxiety for several days. My therapist called the whole mess traumatic for me. I’m still dealing with the aftermath.
Now that things (and me) have calmed down, I’ve realized that I probably need to switch doctors. I want a second opinion with the medicine I’m on. The way the situation has been handled makes me question her judgement. I know my mom doesn’t like her. My therapist is upset with her. I’m no longer comfortable with her.
So stay tuned for the next installment of Breaking Up with Your Psychiatrist.