Sunday, July 23, 2006
 

As previously predicted, my psychiatrist made me furious. This time, I actually did something about it and requested a change of doctors. I see the new person (I know nothing about her) in early August. The big flap this time was over a medication switch that I felt was both unwarrented and unwise (for me) for a laundry list of reasons. I've never put up a fight about a switch before, but this was the last straw.

I also finally saw a neurologist, a doctor whom I liked very much. He finally put me on Topomax as a migraine preventative (the psychiatrist had refused to do so because of side effects-- not that side effects have EVER stopped him before; I don't know what the real reason he refused to put me on it was). I'm missing at least two chunks of time per two week pay period for migraines now, and the neurologist agreed that that is way, way too much. I know Topomax has side effects, but, frankly, I'm a lot less likely to miss work for side effects than I am for horrible pain.

When I was listing medications for the new doctor, I put the one that I was refusing to get filled (the one the psychiatrist had just prescribed me-- a drug that, incidentally, lists far, far, far more side effects than does Topomax) as "under discussion." The neurologist looked at it, looked at my medical history, and asked why the doctor was even considering this drug, given my long history of bad anxiety. That sealed my decision not to fill it and to keep on with my present psych drug regimine. I'll see if the Topomax happens to have any mood-stabalizing effects as a bonus, but I'm working up to a regular dose right now, so it's too early to tell.

That's about all I'm up for typing right now. Keep your fingers crossed that the new pdoc is a good one and that the Topomax can keep a lid on some of the migraines.

G'night.

Labels: drugs, migraines, neuro, pdoc

Elvisette philosophized at 9:25 PM