Warning - self-harm behavior is discussed in this post.
I’ve been diagnosed with a personality disorder (bonus points to anyone who can guess which one from my posts)and have been taking meds for the last 6 months or so. About 2 months ago, I began a slow decline where I began to feel like my meds were no longer working.
In mid-December, things got really bad and I started having intense suicidal ideation once again. As I was supposed to do, I called my doctor’s nurse and left a message asking to discuss changing my meds. I said in the message that I was feeling suicidal again and that I wasn’t doing well.
A week passed with no response, so I called the Psych. Department and asked for an appointment to see my doctor. I was really struggling at this point and had begun cutting myself. The receptionist said, “OK, your doctor has an available appointment in FEBRUARY.”
Pretty amazing, isn’t it?
I told her that I really wasn’t doing well and that I felt like I needed to come in right away. She said, “OK, can you make it tomorrow at 7 am?” I said ‘yes’ and felt relieved that I was finally going to get to see my doctor.
I was walking out the door at 6:45 the next morning when my phone rang. It was a nurse who told me that my doctor was sick and asked if I could make it at 7:30 the next morning. I agreed to do so, but reiterated that I wasn’t feeling well.
The same thing happened the following morning. At that point, the nurse said that my doctor was really sick and that she wasn’t going to make appointments for her until she knew that my doctor would be back to work. I told her that I didn’t think that I could wait that long and asked to be seen by a different doctor. She said, “OK, I’ll check.” When she returned to the phone, she said, “OK, I’ve got an appointment for you. Is March 16 at 3 pm good for you?”
Needless to say, I was speechless. I said, “No, I’ll just stick with my regular doctor,” and then hung up.
Time to play doctor on my own! In the past, I’ve researched all of the meds that I’m on and decided to up the dosage of one of them since I was on the lower end of the dosage range for that one.
I guess I did the right thing. After a week at the higher dosage, I stopped cutting myself and the suicidal ideation has diminished. I can’t figure out if the meds are working or if I’m now so depressed that I’ve lost the motivation to cut or kill myself (that’s oldscratch’s diagnosis). Either way, things are looking up, eh?
The nurse did call back with an appointment for me - Feb 9th.
I guess I shouldn’t complain, though. It could be worse.