A couple of weeks ago, I met with a pharmacotherapist. I hadn’t known that was a thing; I thought people were just supposed to talk to a local, like a Walgreens or CVS, pharmacist. My pharmacy sits me down once a year and someone tells me to quit the omeprazole I take for acid reflux, and I explain that I can’t. That’s been it.
For this appointment, I took in all my medications. The computer record was matched with actual pill bottles. Following that, she discussed with me drug interactions involving some of my meds and how the drugs interact with my particular body, based on lab results. The conclusion was that I need to decrease my antidepressants.
(pause while I curse vociferously and my head explodes)
Climbing out of the deep hole in which I found myself in November of 2019 has taken a very long time because improvement in my mood is happening in nearly imperceptible rises. Finally, I’ve felt like myself. Now, NOW, both of the antidepressants will be decreased, one at a time.
This prescription rollercoaster is driving me to distraction. I get it. The professionals have clearly explained my particular situation and how the medications and my biology come together in such a way that this must be done. Just because I’m staying on the ride doesn’t mean I like it.
p.s. Doc asked if I’ve been irritable. I said, “Only with my husband but that doesn’t have anything to do with my mental health.” 😆
SurvivingSara 