Today’s been a big day. Another incompetent office staff incident. The psychiatrist’s staff failed to tell me the office moved recently. So my session for today was postponed until June 1, since I eventually arrived a half hour late. Nice.
I still had a session set up with my primary care physician later in the afternoon, mostly to go over what came out of the Ill fated psychiatrist session. Instead we talked about how over the years we’ve become such good friends that I rarely am in a bad mood for him to diagnose. He said he was glad I was going to see someone independent. I expressed my great frustration that nothing was going to happen until June 1 at the earliest now. We discussed other drug possibilities especially considering my June 1 date. To make a long story short it seemed there was significant reason to consider starting on adderall now.
I decided to go for it.
It’s now 5 hours later since I’ve taken the first pill. I’ll gauge it against the life goals I posted in my last post. First, at least two hours feeling good in a day – four hours so far. Second, no desire to break down sobbing – none at all, although I did do that twice (before taking the adderall) after figuring out how the front office had screwed up in not giving me the location. Third and final, no jaw problems – still some soreness, but I can live with this.
Adderall has a short half life, so i’m not too worried about shifting off of it if some bad side effects surface or the psychiatrist has another suggestion. My biggest concern, since it seems to be working, is that it won’t stop! It might keep me up for 36 hours or more. Truthfully, though, even if this were the case, it would be better than my non-adderall existence. I’m finally looking forward to my life, not hoping for my death.
The moral to this story. Once again my GP was there for me when no one else was. Be sure to get a good one. He/she’s worth their weight in gold.