Man, chronic fatigue really robs my ability to blog, doot doot doot.
I was in to see my psychiatrist today for a routine appointment. The timing was perfect ’cause I’ve been feeling my ability to cope flying out the window. There have been some anxiety and depression spikes, and with how limited chronic fatigue makes me in getting well… anything done, I’m grateful me and the littlest member of the family are alive and mainly clean and fed. This morning hit me particularly hard — we’re probably going to ask my mother-in-law if she wants to come around a few mornings a week to hang out, and so I can get my head space sorted better to handle the rest of the day. I ‘need’ like, an hour and a half to myself to be at the best functional, and some little cute baby is a morning person…
Anyways, my psych is wonderful. I love Dr. K, and she likes me alright. She likes the baby the best and is well chuffed when she comes to appointments (I can’t blame her — I make cute kids). She did fuss at me for not calling her sooner if I’d been feeling poorly, but I assured her that it really started hitting the Crescendo of Crap™® just in time for the appointment. We’d talked about upping my antidepressant dose I saw her and decided to hold off on it, and of course, decided today was the day to go for it. I was on 50mg of sertraline (Zoloft), and now we’ve doubled it to 100mg. We agreed that if it didn’t do enough, we’d up the quetiapine (Seroquel) next time. Or of course, to call if I was really in need. I muttered about my dislike of phones and the husband and I both expressed our issues with them… but I still think it’ll be a long time before mental health access caters to those of us who are panicked by phones (which is pretty much everyone I know with a mental illness, I’m just saying).
Now, I’m sure some of y’all are looking at the chronic fatigue and wondering what happened to my grand master plan to get a Mirena coil put in. Well! The doctor at my surgery who does them first cancelled on me due to emergency, and then again by going on indefinite leave. Fuck. Since we were at the hospital today, we popped by the sexual health clinic to find out where to go next. They don’t do installs, but the lady on reception gave us two leads with her own gushing recommendation based on experience. So we’ll have to chase that up in the near future. Really, I don’t know if Mirena will do what I want, and I’m not concerned about the contraception part of things… but I’m willing to give it a chance.
For now, I’m vaguely alive out there, and hoping that the little boost to my antidepressant kicks in quickly. I hope everyone is doing well out there.