Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Headologist Times Two

I'm freaking out. I went to the shrink today, and things went well for the most part. A fifteen minute appointment turned into a 45 minute appointment, but that was expected given how crazy I am lately. I feel pretty comfortable with her again, even after the phone call debacles. That's pretty good. She took me very seriously, and we're switching meds again. The reason for this is that apparently Seroquel causes weight gain, and she doesn't think I need anymore of that. She does want me to keep it on hand for emergencies though. She's going to wean me off of the Abilify, because it's apparently not working any longer, and she's going to put me on an anti-psychotic called Geodon. She says it has fewer side effects, including no weight gain, but according to Jennyquarx it does cause general loopiness. I also have to take it with food, so I guess that means I'll have to start eating breakfast.

I finally got a chance to discuss my anxiety with her, you know, the anxiety about leaving the house because we might get into a terrible accident and Livvie might get killed? I told her that I have no problems leaving the house by myself, or when Rich is driving, but if I'm the one behind the wheel with her in the car I wig out. I know it's ridiculous, and even Rich agrees it's silly. So she's putting me on Clonazepam, an anti-anxiety drug that has less of an addictive value than say, Ativan or Xanax. She wants me to take it the night before I have to go somewhere with Livvie, but not every day. I'm very excited about this, because the panic attacks are just awful.

So why am I freaking out? Well, I now have to see an actual therapist as well to work on the anxiety. A TALK therapist. I don't want to talk. I don't want to open myself up to a stranger at all. I prefer not to spill my guts and possibly end up sobbing my eyes out, and they're very good at making that happen. I sort of like not dealing. I sort of like the idea that meds could temporarily take care of things. I don't WANT to go. I have to go in 2 weeks, and I have a feeling I'll need to take the clonazepam the night before that as well. Did I mention that I don't want to go?

I have to see my regular doc in 2 weeks as well for a med evaluation, and I'm totally fine with that. Another thing I'm dreading though is that I'll have to take Livvie with me to both appointments, and I have a feeling this won't go well. I can't imagine spilling my guts with my daughter in the room.

I also have to get a book to read, called The Anxiety and Phobia Workbook. Immediately my first thought was, "Oh how retarded is that?" but I guess I'll have to do it.

Now that I have all of that out of the way, I need to tell you that the quitting smoking thing is NOT going well. Although the Seroquel was helping, it just didn't do enough to keep me from wanting to self-medicate. Also, Rich failed miserably, and I simply can't not smoke when he is. It's virtually impossible. So. I'm not certain when we'll try again, but I'm hoping it's soon.

Thank you everyone for sticking with me through this ride. No matter how I might sound, it does make things easier to deal with.

13 comments:

Dagny said...

(((((BIG MASSIVE HUGS))))

Man, I hear ya. Why do people want us to spill our damn guts? ARGH.

But I am glad you are getting some assistance dealing with the anxiety. I totally know the feeling. And it sucks so much ass.

I have a few workbooks I am supposed to be working through now too, if you do I will. heh.

xoxo

(oh, and my word verification was almost bwee, and that made me die)

Em said...

I can imagine it would be really difficult to quit smoking if your partner smokes. You guys pretty much have to do it together. Well, hopefully one of these times will stick!

Annie said...

Good luck with all that! I would not worry about the smoking you have enough to worry about. I have a hard time taking my dog with me in the car because I worry about the same thing,
I think it is sort of normal, but I take him with me anyway :-).
Big hugs and lots of good thoughts your way.

Annie said...

P.S. Just wanted to say I was not comparing dogs with children, but if I worry about the dog, how much more normal is it to worry about a child?
I would be crazy :-).

Nina said...

My headologist wants me to go to therapy, too. Bah. I will. I guess. When I find time to schedule an appointment. Maybe we should try to go on the same day?

jen said...

Aw sweets...you will absolutely make it through this.

And the quitting smoking thing? Dude, don't be trying that while you're in the thick of the crazy. Give yourself a break. Something has got to give.

If I was a rich girl I would fly there to babysit while you go to therapy. I wouldn't be able to talk with anyone else in the room, especially my family.

jennyquarx said...

Clonazepam and I are good friends. Therapy and I are in pretty tight too. I hope it all works out for you.

Julie said...

Thank you everyone. Some of this is just so dang hard sometimes.

Y'all rock.

sara said...

we're here for you julie. and the anxiety thing? really truly, know how you feel.

xoxo
sara

Danielle Blogging for Balance said...

Oh my we have a lot to talk about. Wish we could share a table at Starbucks and chat the afternoon away. I am actually taking my daughter tomorrow to a therapist for her ANXIETY...I have Xanex for mine ;)

Being a therapist however, it is not wise to have your daughter in the same room with you during therapy. Just so you know ;)

Julie said...

Danielle-

Unfortunately she's 18 mos old and I have no child care. Sigh.

I have no choice.

I wish I had one though.

And welcome!! It's nice to see you. :)

Cyn said...

I would be nervous about spilling my guts too. However you might find it will work for you. I hope it does! *hugs*

Michele said...

Aw, I'm sorry to hear this is so rough. :( I'm doing the talk therapy thing and it's really helping. But I went voluntarily and that makes a difference.

One thing I have learned is that a really good therapist has made it easy for me... I don't have to work as hard with the opening up and spilling my guts. Not only that, but she has real solutions for me and ways to make it easier for me to cope.

I hope you get a really good therapist.