Well I didn’t get sectioned, so I’m rather pleased about that, although it was a rather close thing. On the edge of a knife. It came down to, essentially, more quetiapine or MHA.
GP: You’re manic.
Me: No I’m not.
GP: Yes you are.
That was basically the gist of the appointment. Husband is really rather angry with me right now because he thinks I’m manic and I think I’m fine (except maybe a touch bouncy).
I don’t know what to do really. I take the meds, blah blah, there are no other treatment options available, so I don’t see what I could do even if it was a mental health issue!
I’m concerned about the voices with regards to my safety, I don’t want to go into it anymore than that. I’ll just have to remember.
GP: Do you want some sleeping tablets?
GP: *confused look* but people usually bash down my door for these!
I hate sleepers. I’d rather not sleep. I hate the lack of alertness, I hate not being able to wake up, I hate that I’m so helpless when I’m on them and I hate the hangover.
The plan for the rest of the day is to not go for a walk and maybe have a bath.