Marymickaela
Silver Member
I saw my psych doc today and he actually yelled at me and calling me an addict.
History: The last time I saw my psych doc was Oct 13th and he took me off Celexa cold turkey and lowered my Seroquel from 300 to 200mg. I ended going into withdrawal and spent 2 weeks feeling like hell. He called in a lower dose, which I’m now cutting again to get off it so as not to go into withdrawal. Went back up on the Seroquel as my Internist told me I shouldn't be lowering 3 drugs at the same time. I then started feeling better and actually slept from Oct. 24th until the end of October without taking a sleeping pill. Until the time change last Sunday. This week I have not slept, in spite of taking sleeping pills. They don’t work anymore.
I also saw an ENT Wed. and was dx'd with a form of acid reflux called LPR. He put a scope down my throat which I was able to see on a monitor. My vocal cords are enflamed and swollen, which is why I'm hoarse all the time for years. He put me Prilosec which is upsetting my stomach, plus I'm upset about another med to take, plus lots of diet changes. Had to raise the head of my bed 6 inches.
However, I’m also doing all these alternative things to help me get healthy. I see a trauma specialist once a week who’s fantastic, but we do EMDR and some sessions are grueling and take me days to recover. Therapeutic massage every 2 weeks, I purchased some fantastic EMDR meditation albums I listen to everyday, Epson salt baths to help with sleep, Melatonin, and some other great healthy things. My therapist told me yesterday how proud she was of me as I was only one of her only clients that is doing so many things on their own to help get better. Most come in for therapy, leave, go back to work and on with their everyday lives. It was a great session and I felt so good about myself.
Today I saw my psych doc and filled him in on everything since I last saw him, how sick I’d been, then doing better, but haven’t slept this week. It was like he was already prepared for what he was going to say and started to yell at me saying I was an addict and the 1st thing I do is reach for a pill when I can’t sleep. He said this is not going to happen anymore. NO MORE SLEEPING PILLS!! I’ve proven I can sleep without them so I need to just not sleep until my body adjusts, even if it’s for 2 weeks. He lectured and lectured and lectured (felt like yelling). He’s never yelled at me.
I’m to lower my Seroquel down to 200mg and keep my Klonopin at 3.50mg and see him in 2 ½ weeks. I know I’m addicted to the Klonopin and am having a terrible time lowering it, let alone getting off of it.
I started my day in such a good mood, despite not sleeping, so proud of myself for all the alternative therapies I’m using. Now I’m crushed. As we were walking out I told him to stop yelling at me and started crying. Part of me knows he’s right. The sleeping pills don’t work so I need to stop them, but I'm not addicted to them, just using them as a hopeful quick fix.. I know I’m addicted to the Klonopin and he already told me that was going to be hell to get off of. I have an addicted personality, but for him to sit there yelling at me and repeatedly calling me an addict really hurt. I’m not addicted to sleeping pills. No credit for all the healthy things I’m trying. Well according to him I’m Bipolar, ADHD, PTSD, lots of anxiety. If I'm bipolar how is not sleeping going to affect me? Send me into mania?
I left totally dejected, down and numb, feeling nothing and dissociating. I have PTSD from childhood abuse from my father. Yelling destroys me. How did I deal with it? I self-medicated with food. Lots of sugar crap. When I finally got home, like an addict I reached for pills. I took my night time Tramadol (early) for my raging headache, and a 2mg Klonopin so I don’t have to feel anything. When I go to bed I’ll still take my 3.50 mg Klonopin which means I’ll have taken 5.50mgs today. I know I’ll feel better tomorrow and have a better additude, even if I don’t sleep. I have nothing planned for tomorrow so can rest. It was all I could do not to call and leave him a message about how hurt I was for the way he treated me today, but talked myself out of it.
History: The last time I saw my psych doc was Oct 13th and he took me off Celexa cold turkey and lowered my Seroquel from 300 to 200mg. I ended going into withdrawal and spent 2 weeks feeling like hell. He called in a lower dose, which I’m now cutting again to get off it so as not to go into withdrawal. Went back up on the Seroquel as my Internist told me I shouldn't be lowering 3 drugs at the same time. I then started feeling better and actually slept from Oct. 24th until the end of October without taking a sleeping pill. Until the time change last Sunday. This week I have not slept, in spite of taking sleeping pills. They don’t work anymore.
I also saw an ENT Wed. and was dx'd with a form of acid reflux called LPR. He put a scope down my throat which I was able to see on a monitor. My vocal cords are enflamed and swollen, which is why I'm hoarse all the time for years. He put me Prilosec which is upsetting my stomach, plus I'm upset about another med to take, plus lots of diet changes. Had to raise the head of my bed 6 inches.
However, I’m also doing all these alternative things to help me get healthy. I see a trauma specialist once a week who’s fantastic, but we do EMDR and some sessions are grueling and take me days to recover. Therapeutic massage every 2 weeks, I purchased some fantastic EMDR meditation albums I listen to everyday, Epson salt baths to help with sleep, Melatonin, and some other great healthy things. My therapist told me yesterday how proud she was of me as I was only one of her only clients that is doing so many things on their own to help get better. Most come in for therapy, leave, go back to work and on with their everyday lives. It was a great session and I felt so good about myself.
Today I saw my psych doc and filled him in on everything since I last saw him, how sick I’d been, then doing better, but haven’t slept this week. It was like he was already prepared for what he was going to say and started to yell at me saying I was an addict and the 1st thing I do is reach for a pill when I can’t sleep. He said this is not going to happen anymore. NO MORE SLEEPING PILLS!! I’ve proven I can sleep without them so I need to just not sleep until my body adjusts, even if it’s for 2 weeks. He lectured and lectured and lectured (felt like yelling). He’s never yelled at me.
I’m to lower my Seroquel down to 200mg and keep my Klonopin at 3.50mg and see him in 2 ½ weeks. I know I’m addicted to the Klonopin and am having a terrible time lowering it, let alone getting off of it.
I started my day in such a good mood, despite not sleeping, so proud of myself for all the alternative therapies I’m using. Now I’m crushed. As we were walking out I told him to stop yelling at me and started crying. Part of me knows he’s right. The sleeping pills don’t work so I need to stop them, but I'm not addicted to them, just using them as a hopeful quick fix.. I know I’m addicted to the Klonopin and he already told me that was going to be hell to get off of. I have an addicted personality, but for him to sit there yelling at me and repeatedly calling me an addict really hurt. I’m not addicted to sleeping pills. No credit for all the healthy things I’m trying. Well according to him I’m Bipolar, ADHD, PTSD, lots of anxiety. If I'm bipolar how is not sleeping going to affect me? Send me into mania?
I left totally dejected, down and numb, feeling nothing and dissociating. I have PTSD from childhood abuse from my father. Yelling destroys me. How did I deal with it? I self-medicated with food. Lots of sugar crap. When I finally got home, like an addict I reached for pills. I took my night time Tramadol (early) for my raging headache, and a 2mg Klonopin so I don’t have to feel anything. When I go to bed I’ll still take my 3.50 mg Klonopin which means I’ll have taken 5.50mgs today. I know I’ll feel better tomorrow and have a better additude, even if I don’t sleep. I have nothing planned for tomorrow so can rest. It was all I could do not to call and leave him a message about how hurt I was for the way he treated me today, but talked myself out of it.