Yesterday went well enough, which is what was to be expected. I’m still really wiped out and a bit dizzy, but I guess it helps to keep the mind mainly quiet of intrusive thought. The doc is happy with the general progress on stabilizing out my mood, and we’re opting to top up my dose of Seroquel to 350mg from 300mg. He didn’t want me to try any other meds; his initial recommendation of trying an anti-depressant was put aside because I’m not rapid cycling like I used to be, or lacking in basic functionality. So that’s good. He did order a blood test to be done to see if perhaps the Seroquel is the culprit behind my banjaxed menstrual cycle. I’ll find out the results of that next week, as well as picking up the prescription for my third Seroquel pill. Since I’m taking a 200, a 100, and now a 50. Add in the 25mgs that are still floating around the house, and I might as well open my own pharmacy, ha ha (not really!).
But the long and the short if it was that yes, there is bipolar, and we’ll keep focusing on that until he’s satisfied it’s mainly tamed… and then look at the comorbid things. I was relieved that he didn’t seem to be behind shooting down the ADHD diagnosis referral; I had worked myself up into believing he was going to be mad at me for making that even happen in the first place. And while I might complain about my level of functionality, I have to concede that the now isn’t horrible. I’m not threatening people due to uncontrollable janky emotions. I’m still doing fine with work (not that work was ever likely to be a big problem, considering that I am me), and I do have a minimal social life locally. I don’t think it’s wrong of me to desire more, but never think that I am ungrateful for the now. The now is pretty decent.
With that, I’m going to get my butt back to working, and enjoying a junky beverage treat. *pets can of just-delivered Orange Relentless*