Today we felt good! The birthday is over and we are clear of some of the pain and confusion that birthdays bring. We even got a call from the local primary school to say that we’d won a raffle, with the prize being a $50 meat pack. It’s rather ironic in that we can’t touch meat. What will be even more amusing, is if the meat pack comprises mainly of pork (otherwise known as Wilbur from Charlotte’s Web).
So we were feeling settled and mildly amused by life again. But then we made the mistake of opening an email from our psychiatrist. We’d emailed him earlier in the week to tell him that the trial of Buspirone was not working very well as we’ve been experiencing the common side effects of light headedness, nausea and a worsening in our insomnia. We asked him what he suggested considering this reaction, thinking that he would want to talk over the options. Instead we got an email from him saying that he wants another trial. This time of Stelazine (Trifluoperazine) and Propranolol. They’re rapidly running out of drugs to trial us on. We’ve already been told by two previous psychiatrists that drugs are possibly not a viable option for us as we’re sensitive to drugs and often experience quite dramatic side effects.
We’re not sure if we want to go through another month of playing around with our brain chemistry. At the very least we were hoping to have a discussion with him about the options. But then, he knows we’d just go and research the drug he suggested anyway, so this way he saves himself a half hour appointment. OK, that sounds too harsh… He actually is a very kind man. I think we’re just stinging a bit as it feels as if we’ve been treated as a number rather than a person.