Allo lovelies, it’s been a busybee morning!
Most importantly and to the point though, I was in for a psych appointment this morning. I was concerned because *MY* doctor retired effective Tuesday, so I didn’t know who I’d end up with. I’d hoped for the boss doctor, but instead I was with a nice lady I’d never met before. I was incredibly pleased to note that she had certainly done her reading of my chart, and was more than passingly familiar with my case. I was amused when she’d noted I’d been with them ‘for some time’, as I’d not really thought about it. I laughed and concurred. We did have to feed her some pre-history on why I was only fairly recently diagnosed, and the ‘misplacement’ of all my documents the first time around.
Now, as many of you know, I want to come off my meds because of my pregnancy, and because it’s what I need to do to get approved for a home birth again. I feel I’ve made it very clear in the past that I do not do this lightly. One of my biggest concerns about having a change in doctor was that they would disagree with the plan my previous doctor had laid out for me coming off meds, and why. Thankfully, even though she admitted she wasn’t as informed on maternity care and psychiatric meds as she could be, she understood why I had made my decision, that it wasn’t done lightly, and that I fully intended to get back on my meds the second the kiddo was born. Because yes yes yes — my depression was BRUTAL after Lilbit was born, and I can only thank it for giving me the strength to admit to myself that I needed to get help, and to go get the help.
So far, I came off the Zoloft fairly successfully. I found myself a bit easier to anger, and that my stress threshold was lower, but because I now know what normalized me can achieve in stability, it gives me the mindfulness tools to take care of myself enough to get by. Today’s plan was organizing the coming off of the Seroquel, a draw down which we feel can be achieved in 8 days or so. I’ll still have spare pills of varying doses around the house should I not be able to cope, which is good! I’m pretty confident in my abilities to slog through a few months of depression should that hit, though with massive pregnancy hormone-driven cheerfulness, I very well suspect I’ll manage to eke through. And, best of all, the schedule works out that I should be off and clear before I see the maternity folks about (what I suspect) is my ability to cope with a mental health disorder and pregnancy. And HOPEFULLY, the hospital will get me back to the psych folk in 4-6 weeks as requested, instead of 2-3 months as seems to be actuality. *cough*
So yes, definitely feeling relieved to know that this cog in the machine is in place for now.