Okay, life since the departure of Seroquel hasn’t been all rosy. Sometimes, it’s just amazingly difficult. The herbal thingy is very helpful, but is expensive and a pain in the buttocks to procure. If I don’t have time to go downtown, then I’m left with the original symptoms that made it necessary for me to start taking low-dose anti-psychotics in the first place.
The proverbial rock and a hard place: take meds that try to kill me, take herbal meds that are expensive and tough to track down, or have the joy of experiencing the symptoms that I’ve suffered from for years. What’s the middle way here?
Fortunately, I have an appointment with my psychiatrist next Tuesday. We’ll discuss things and I fear he’ll try to convince me to try another atypical antipsychotic, but I’m not so open to that. I’m rather fond of being able to walk. I’m hoping that he can prescribe me a pharmaceutical version of the herbal stuff but I don’t want to hold my breath on that one.
Either way, the status quo isn’t working so good. I’m going downtown today for the last session of my art class, so I’ll whip through Chinatown. Hopefully, I can get more of the herbal stuff. Otherwise, I’m not really sure what I’ll do.