I wound up asking my GP to prescribe them instead, with the understanding that a psychiatrist had figured out the right combination of things, and she was okay with it. It might be worth a try?
I'm thinking that might be easier. I don't have a GP right now, but I have an appt later this month with a new guy, so maybe he'll be amenable to it. I'm not taking proper ADs anymore, just Deplin (methylfolate - it's just a vitamin) and Valium, but some doctors get antsy about prescribing Valium on an ongoing basis.
I have "Up From The Grave He Arose" in my head
That's a hard one to sing, but immensely fun. I love old hymns. "Master, The Tempest is Raging" is also terrific.
In a classic twist, I read that post right after listening to Prince's new version of "Let's Go Crazy," and now it's right back to "He Arose!" I do not know "Master, The Tempest is Raging," but it sounds like a good one.
How can you get good psychiatric care when you're not seeing the same person all the time? As soon as you develop a relationship with someone and feel like they know you, they move on. That's ridiculous.
This is something that Tom's been dealing with for years. It's super frustrating. Hopefully we've got a potential permanent person now...
Timelies all!
Yay Vortex and flea!
I'm currently at the 6 hours/pay period annual leave level at work.(Sick leave is at 4 hours/pay period for everyone) I'm a federal employee, so no change in salary for a while.(Not that I can negotiate salary at all)
Congrats Vortex! Yay flea!
I just (like, on my lunch break a couple of hours ago)applied for a couple of permanent positions where I am temping. I doubt I will be negotiating for anything at this point, but I feel pretty good about my chances of getting an offer on one of them, at least.
Hope you can work something out for your leave, flea. Congrats on the offer, even if it is low.
I'm starting inquiries about a Harp loan. I may not have informed the mortgage holder of H's death yet. I hope that doesn't make for big problems.
"Were You There" is probably my favorite Easter hymn. At church camp, the minister of youth/choir director asked me to sing it a cappella at a specific point in the campfire service. Unexpected, in the starlit dark, after an extremely poignant anecdote. There were people weeping--weeping. Felt powerful, though emotionally manipulative. I can see where that sort of thing would become addictive. I've always been fond of the song, since.
