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Posted by Ilene on August 31, 2004, at 20:19:41
I haven't written anything for a long time. I was keeping a diary because my old pdoc wanted me to track my moods. I'm feeling lousy today, even though my first meeting with my new pdoc was a success, in spite of her looking like a teenager.
I'm seeing a resident at the psychiatry/psychopharmacology clinic at Stanford University. They provide all kinds of services, including various forms of psychotherapy. I might go for DBT. Dunno. I'll see what the pdoc thinks when she gets to know me better.
We're raising my Marplan from 40 to 50 mg., maybe up to 60. I want to give it a thorough try before giving up.
I feel actually well taken care of. The "baby pdoc" seems smart and knowledgeable, and her attending (i.e. supervising physician) was personable. She was surprised by how knowledgeable I am, but she didn't seem put off. The resident I saw when I was in the hospital in Washington was cold and completely unapproachable. I wondered why she wanted to be a psychiatrist.
Everyone else has a name for their T or pdoc (well, not everyone) so I think I need one too. She's Asian. I don't know if that matters. The attending is Hispanic. I don't if I'm feeling creative enough. Wasn't "Baby Doc" the name of a Haitian dictator? For now they can be Dr. L and Dr. F. Hmm. "Dr. F" sounds like that's his grade in school. I think I need something better. He's a sharp dresser. Maybe Dr. FashionPlate? Dr. ClothesHorse?
Escrow on our house in Washington was suppose to close today, but the title company didn't include the loan my father gave us in the papers. I know they know about it, because they called me about two weeks ago and gave me a bit of a hard time. They don't like "self loans". You gotta figure this situation has come up before: Someone loans their kid money for a house and then dies. Kid inherits loan.
Then I went to get new license plates for one of the cars, but while I enjoyed the privilege of paying for them, I couldn't get them, because the place where I had the smog inspection didn't give me the right paperwork, and didn't sent the info. to the Department of Motor Vehicles.
My mood has been depressed for the past two months, ever since I moved. It seems to be a pattern--I'll be on a drug that works, more or less, and then I'll experience a major stressor, and boom!, there goes the mood.
I feel a little better for having written this. I hope my mood will last a while.
Posted by Ilene on September 2, 2004, at 23:12:55
In reply to Dear diary August 31, posted by Ilene on August 31, 2004, at 20:19:41
Yesterday was *terrible* despite a shopping trip to Berkeley w/ a friend. Went to an Indian grocery for ingredients. Felt depressed, slowed down, unable to concentrate....all those good feelings.
I started feeling better today. Maybe this means that I'm responding to the increased dose of Marplan. Hallelujah. I need something good to happen.
Posted by fallsfall on September 3, 2004, at 17:21:33
In reply to Dear diary September 2, posted by Ilene on September 2, 2004, at 23:12:55
Rah Rah Rah! Go, Ilene, Go Marplan!!!
[jumping up and down with my pompoms]
Posted by Ilene on September 3, 2004, at 17:55:25
In reply to Re: Dear diary September 2 » Ilene, posted by fallsfall on September 3, 2004, at 17:21:33
> Rah Rah Rah! Go, Ilene, Go Marplan!!!
>
> [jumping up and down with my pompoms]I'm glad you're my cheerleader.
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