Okay, I didn’t post for a few weeks, but I’ve got a really good reason — I’m a paranoid git.
You see, we went on vacation back to the States. You guys know this, because I mentioned this here. We were there for a few weeks visiting my friends and family, and if I can help it? I don’t let the Internet know that I’m away from home. I don’t really think anyone is going to read my blog, try to find out where I live, and then try to steal my meager possessions, but an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure (and a pile of pictures of my daughter growing up). I can fudge being gone for a short trip, but for a couple of weeks? Not without lying, and I abhor lying in 99.5% of cases. It was mainly a good trip though, and it was wonderful to be behind the wheel in my home town, listening to local radio, and enjoying my muscle memory remembering more of traffic law than my brain did.
The day before I left, I had an appointment with the psychiatrist. I saw a new-to-me guy mainly, and it was a pleasant chat. I brought up my interest in getting checked for ADD/ADHD, and provided my list of why I thought it might be the case. He nodded along, but wanted to double-check with the guy I’d seen the last couple of times. That guy didn’t really think it was ADHD, but new guy definitely wants to refer me down to London for checking. Compliments of NHS rationing/cutbacks/etc, they can’t officially diagnose it locally, which is semi-lame. But at least there IS a probable ball rolling there, and I’ll be happy to know one way or the other.
The new guy also wanted to get it checked so he didn’t treat me for the wrong thing. I requested some help with anxiety, but due to the fact I was obviously anxious with the trip being the next day and the asking about ADHD, he wanted to have the yay or nay on ADHD before adding any new meds to my pile. He did with agreement from the previous doctor up my Seroquel to 300mg from 200mg, and asked if we could hold off on trying to get pregnant so they could get me stabilized after me admitting my summer was freaking horrible. I think we’ll keep giving it the occasional marital go (as one should anyways, ha ha), but seeing how we’ve had no luck this year, I’m amenable to getting one thing ‘fixed’ before working on the other.
I have to say that the upping of dose has definitely been a good thing. I kept mainly sane in the face of my INSANELY energetic and excited family. I was significantly less snappish in the face of annoyances, and I think I managed to escape with no fever blisters. I usually end up with massive fever blisters in the face of boisterous socialization. We’ll see how it does now that I’m back home, to include relative drowsiness effects. Due to toddler and rooming situation, we were sleeping closer to 10-12 hours a night, and that avoided drowsy. I don’t really want to do that on the regular, but it might be a gloomy consideration. I don’t know yet, but I hope it won’t be the case.
So anyways, hopefully I’ll have more to say soon now that I’m back home and free of family constraints!