Psych Check-In

Hiked my Wellbutrin to 300MG. Having problems going to sleep at night, sleeping late in the morning. Tired in the afternoons. Don't give a flying shit about much.

Total psych drugs:

Klonopin 1MG X 2
Wellbutrin 300MG
Remeron 30MG
Lamictal 100MG X 2

The psychiatric nurse practitioner -- who, by the by, is ten times nicer and a much better listener than either the psychiatrist or his wife the therapist -- thinks I am still unstable and asked if the psych had mentioned the hospital to me last time. That's the last sort of talk I want to be getting into with them. I am not going back to the hospital. I don't care how flipped out I am. It's non-negotiable.

The nurse practitioner did hassle me about seeing a therapist, and agreed with me that the psychiatrist's wife is probably not the sort of therapist I should be seeing. She gave me numbers for Vesta and NAMI. And she wants me back in 10 days, which I tried to fight her on, as what the fuck does she expect the drugs to do in a week. She said, "Well, you're not stable yet, and who knows, you might feel better." How do you tell your psychiatrist that you never feel better when you know you have an appointment, and that said appointment often makes you feel worse?

Yet again, a bastardized version of Dorothy Parker comes to mind:

I hate psychiatrist.
They make me impatient.