Psychiatrists are very peculiar in their methodology.
Unknown to the psychiatrist-less public, they do a lot of science on their patients in the area of medication.
Of this, I have two thoughts:
1. I am grateful for medication wisdom that helps keep me calm while I work through painful events in my life.
2. I feel like a science experiment. 😳
See, every person is different, thus every person will require a different medication to assist various brain functions.
The typical way a psychiatrist goes about diagnosis & treatment is through a gazillion questions (okay, maybe closer to two hundred) and then medication “trial and error.”
The questions help them get a picture of what the mind is doing to the body.
The meds help them zero in on what will help the patient the best as they go through therapy.
And I say “help them” because even that is a process:
- Assign medication(s) to patient
- Wait a month
- Meet with patient again
- Ask additional questions to determine what’s working/helping and what isn’t
- Change or tweak medication(s) for patient
It’s like that.
I am blessed that I actually like my psychiatrist and his PA.
I feel I can trust them to make decisions they think are best for me.
However, we changed my medication again yesterday. And today I feel like a guinea pig.
This is the part that’s not so fun. My body crying foul and me being all, sorry, we gotta do this.
Med changes can make one feel any number of symptoms, ranging from body aches to nausea and from inability to focus to blurred vision.
I’m thinking this time may be easier, thanks to no medication switches. But I’m counting on feeling sluggish and fog-brained and sleepy.
For this coming Day of Rest, I’m hopeful that sleep is all I’ll require (no pain relief or anxiety take-when-needed meds)…
So yeah. This is what I try to remind myself through this months-long process. Of the steps. Of the good. Of the me waiting on the other side.
“This is meds in a good way, and it’s great to have this kind of support when I need it.”Keviana Elliot