Not really. Not literally, because that would put me into a whole new class of crazy.
This is the essential trap any loony faces: I'm on meds. I feel great. I have friends. I'm friendly at work. I don' stay at home, sitting on my hands, counting the minutes that I've managed not to kill myself.
So hey! I must be all better, right?
And when you've been sick and you're better, what do you do? You stop taking your medicine.
No.
First of all, I have been warned many times in many degrees of harshness of the foolishness of that act.
Secondly, I no longer have a death wish.
Thirdly, I have forgotten how horribly painful it was to be sick in the head.
I've got these meds fine-tuned now, to the point that I know I need to increase the anti-paranoia meds within the prescribed limit and can tune down the anti-anxiety meds, again within the prescribed limits.
Lately, I've read some articles about how people with a similar diagnosis but apparently deeper pockets have found themselves in a holistic program, which only makes sense. Healthy mind in a healthy body and all that.
I can probably organize this myself, although I doubt that it will be as easy. Still, I think I'm going to give it a try.
First step: Establish a baseline. That's the easiest part. Well. We'll see.
I am compliant, which is something relatively new to me. It astonishes me that it brings good results.
2 comments:
I am so happy for you. Drugs!
Maybe right now, while you're feeling so good about yourself, would be a good time to go through your blog and bookmark some of the very cheerful high posts and some of the very low scary posts. When one is feeling good, one tends to forget the bad stuff, to forget that the broken spots aren't fixed, they're just bridged by the meds. An occasional reading on especially good days might remind one that careful pharm scheduling is still important. ???
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