Psychiatrist Pot Luck

Dip your hand in, swirl it around, claim your prize – an appointment with a strange psychiatrist. Not sure if this was as a result of some nagging and complaining from professionals at young-people-place (clearly I need a snazzy abbreviation), but the appointment that I’d made with the consultant psych I’d been seeing morphed into [...]

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The Morning After the Night Before

Yesterday, when talking to the bloke from the Crisis Team, I came up with quite a good analogy for how I felt… It’s like the morning after the night before… I wake up, and suddenly I’m seeing the Crisis Team, my life is even more of a mess than before, and it’s like… y’know… what [...]

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Next Step on the Meddy-Go-Round(?)

She was late, but came in the end, and dragged me up to the hospital to sit in an awful waiting room with green chairs and fake plants. The trick cyclist asked me a few questions and sung the praises of duloxetine, so I told him what he wanted to hear and agreed to the [...]

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Goodbye Meds, Goodbye Chocolate Teapot

So, I’ve just got off the phone with the PCMHT, and it’s sorted – no more choc teapot (hurrah!), and no more PCMHT for Chouette. I also saw my GP this afternoon, who’s happy for me to go off my meds, though she did emphasise that “her door was always open”, presumably in case I [...]

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I’ve Been Thinking…

I know night-time thoughts are not the most reliable, but I still feel the same in the cold white light of morning. I’m not ill, I don’t have any problems other than ones I’ve made myself. I’ve been deluding myself that I can blame them on anything other than my own unwillingness to face up [...]

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Change is in the Air

(Side note: This is my 100th post) …well, a change of med may be coming my way. I duely delivered my “I hate citalopram” speech to my GP, who seemed to listen, and then commented that I’d been on so many antidepressants (er… three?) that we were running out of first-line options, and maybe it [...]

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The Prozac Bunny… Still Going

I’m still on a bit of a Prozac high… plus slightly ADD and rather irritable. The two people sat next to me in the computer cluster are discussing their latest problem sheet at very high volume. Is it really necessary to shout at someone sitting right next to you? I certainly don’t think it makes [...]

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Chouette 0, Prozac 1

And a bonus point for the prophetic Lola… Apologies for SHM’s short hiatus (for those of you who noticed). Things were a bit stormy around Castle Chouette, so I decided to batten down the hatches and keep them down until the storms had passed. IMO the only thing worse than going mental is going mental [...]

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Goodbye Mirtazapine… Hello Prozac

So, go on, hit me with the stereotypes. I’m sitting here with a piece of green paper that tomorrow I shall exchange for a nice new shiny pack of fluoxetine hydrochloride. I went off Mirtazzy over the weekend, it just wasn’t proving compatible with university studies and early-morning lectures. The snag now is that I’m [...]

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Then and Now

I suppose it’s natural that I keep comparing “now” with “then”. It’s like one of those chidren’s picture books, that show both ye olde street scene (with lamplighters and hackney carriages) and a modern metropolis, and the reader is asked to spot the differences. Trouble is though, I can’t quite untangle things. The Mirtazzy, my [...]

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