One thing that those who have never been “sick” can’t understand is the dependence on medications.
I have been on antidepressants since I was 16. I have been on them all at one point or another. Right now, its Zoloft. It has been working, keeping me on even keel for the past two years.
With all that has been happening, my lack of health insurance, and lack of funds, I have been without it for the last week.
Part of me wants to be that “strong” person that my family wants me to me. I hate being beholden to medications. I hate the fact that I’m not “STRONG ENOUGH” to overcome my depression issues and be med free. Every, single time I have tried to come off antidepressants, it has ended badly. Why did I think I could succeed this time?
With my grandfather’s death and subsequent fallout over this site and my gofundme site (oh yes, Mommy and Daddy started reading this blog. They are not pleased) I again tried to be “STRONG” and “PULL MYSELF UP BY THE BOOTSTRAPS” and white knuckle it off of Zoloft.
Yes, I know better. But part of me wants to just try. And it always ends badly.
So, I’m still dealing with my grief (which I haven’t really had a good cry about). I have had stomach issues since Monday. Muscle issues since yesterday. Sleep is elusive, regardless of how much Benedryl I ingest. I am an irritable, irritable monster right now. And I hate it. It’s clear that I NEED to get back on this medication.
My concerns: 1) I haven’t seen the prescribing doctor in nearly a year. They might not refill. 2) My PCP is also owed money. She might not refill this med at all because she isn’t the original prescriber and because I owe her money 3) There is a waiting list to get into the local health clinic. I do not qualify for free care from this county (but if I moved 10 miles away, to Travis county, it would be no problem).
So, I just put the call in. Waiting for a response.
I also haven’t heard back from my rheumatologist concerning Cellcept v. Plaquenil.
I called that office and was told that my rheumatologist wants to consult with my eye doc before making treatment decisions, which is understandable. But he hasn’t called back yet. It has been over a week. I think he might actually be out of the country.
So I have that office calling the eye office back. Jesus. Its like a full time job where you pay someone else instead of getting paid.
It’s just a bad day today. Rent is looming over my head. My parents aren’t back yet from Pgh, but my mom is keeping me updated on how bad my grandma is taking it.
She has Alzheimer’s, and apparently she was sitting next to the casket at the funeral home, trying to wake up my grandpa. She has a broken heart.
This news has done wonderful things for my mental state.
I’m sorry for another negative rant, but its really hard right now. Its one thing to be just tired. But to have diarrhea, nausea, muscle pain, irritability on top of the usual pain and tiredness, its unbearable.
Please, please consider donating to my gofundme site. I never thought it would come to this, but I basically have no choice.
Thank you for reading.