My PCP called me back to tell me to call a different psychiatrist who will be able to get me in within the next two weeks. She also called in a 2-week prescription for 25mg of Seroquel to take nightly. I can’t do it. I won’t. The weight gain reported on Seroquel is unreal. I just can’t. I feel about as scattered and absent as it’s possible for me to feel and I see no other option than to stay the course, meds-free, maintain my weight loss, and hope that things get better. The only issue will be making sure I don’t scare B too much. When I finally get in with the new psychiatrist I will be adamant about using drugs that do not cause weight gain and then, maybe then, I will sleep.
I was also encouraged to get a medical leave of absence on file to allow me to miss work to attend doctor’s appointments or be late or just absent if I need to, without penalty. I made that phone call today.
I feel like a person who knows they’re dying — making final preparations for their estate.
Should I die before I wake.
