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Turns out the doctor DID have some words of hope: "Increase your Risperidol dose to one-and-one-half tablets per day." This is only in effect until the third day of my period at the most (assuming the grip of the depression doesn't break before then), but it's more than I had going in. Apparently Risperidol is also occasionally prescribed for women with killer PMS, though my psych doc did suggest that since these mood swings have become more pronounced and severe in the last year or so, perhaps my GP should look into putting me on the Pill for a few months to see if that stabilizes them. In the meantime, I'm off Ipsos, AGAIN, this time until May 15th. Blah.
After the appointment, I decided to practice some opposite-to-emotion action and do something that would be hard to start, but would probably ultimately energize me AND get something practical accomplished. So I went to the nearest Safeway superstore and stocked up on over $200 worth of groceries. They'll be delivered tomorrow morning; I brought home just enough (pita bread, sliced meats, vine tomatoes, lettuce, soup, granola bars, and a frozen lasagna and frozen chicken pie) to ensure some choices for a good dinner when George wakes up later this evening.
Bonus #1: Because I bought over $75 worth of groceries, I got a coupon for a free grande beverage at the Starbucks located in the Safeway. Bonus #2: I ran into a couple of friends while shopping, then again as I was picking up my free coffee, and they offered me a ride home so I wouldn't have to bus in the rain. Thank you, Colin and Lenora!
I'm actually feeling considerably less like shit than when I left. Guess the DBT techniques actually work...
After the appointment, I decided to practice some opposite-to-emotion action and do something that would be hard to start, but would probably ultimately energize me AND get something practical accomplished. So I went to the nearest Safeway superstore and stocked up on over $200 worth of groceries. They'll be delivered tomorrow morning; I brought home just enough (pita bread, sliced meats, vine tomatoes, lettuce, soup, granola bars, and a frozen lasagna and frozen chicken pie) to ensure some choices for a good dinner when George wakes up later this evening.
Bonus #1: Because I bought over $75 worth of groceries, I got a coupon for a free grande beverage at the Starbucks located in the Safeway. Bonus #2: I ran into a couple of friends while shopping, then again as I was picking up my free coffee, and they offered me a ride home so I wouldn't have to bus in the rain. Thank you, Colin and Lenora!
I'm actually feeling considerably less like shit than when I left. Guess the DBT techniques actually work...
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Brain chemistry is so individual that each person, in personality disorders as in schizophrenia, can end up on their own personalized "drug cocktail". One person's magic bullet is another person's... well, just plain bullet, blasting through their brain tissue.
Glad to hear you're doing well on Prozac, and hope it continues to work for many years to come.