So yesterday we had our eval with the psychiatrist. I am still trying
to decide how I feel about it. I expected...more. I thought it would me
a bit more like a reg couns appt. It wasn't.
It began with us arriving 45 minutes early. We had to drive into Phoenix and since I usually get lost, I allowed for this. I didn't. Then I planned to take them to the cafeteria for a snack, but because of that silly flu, they wouldn't allow it. So we sat.
When we finally got to our first appointment of the day, I was quite flustered. The doctor just stared. Like, he didn't ask any questions or anything. Just. Stared.
I then wondered if I had a bat in the cave or something. After several more uncomfortable seconds I asked where I should begin.
I know mental health professionals have to read people, but it felt... Creepy.
Throughout the appt, the dr had this cough. At the end of the appt he bolted. In hindsight I wonder if he had to go puke or something.
My son's appt was an hour later, so after killing some time we met with the dr again. No coughing this time, but there was still the creepy stare.
It was at this point that I decided I was not going to be intimidated by a doctor. I'm a smart woman. There's no reason for me to feel intimidated.
We received the diagnosis of anxiety, which I have known for forever. We talked about treatment goals and then got our rx's.
Here's where I don't know what to do. He was prescribed Tenex, which is actually a high blood pressure med. He mentioned that the old man already has slightly low BP (which of course freaks me the hell out) and that he shouldn't stand up too quickly cause he could pass out.
O_o.
Um ok. Way to burst my bubble. There wasn't enough talking. I would have preferred a different medication and of yet have not decided if I will give it to him yet. I wanted more from this appointment.
<Sigh> I will post more of an update when I process a little more and I'm not typing it on my Blackberry. :)
It began with us arriving 45 minutes early. We had to drive into Phoenix and since I usually get lost, I allowed for this. I didn't. Then I planned to take them to the cafeteria for a snack, but because of that silly flu, they wouldn't allow it. So we sat.
When we finally got to our first appointment of the day, I was quite flustered. The doctor just stared. Like, he didn't ask any questions or anything. Just. Stared.
I then wondered if I had a bat in the cave or something. After several more uncomfortable seconds I asked where I should begin.
I know mental health professionals have to read people, but it felt... Creepy.
Throughout the appt, the dr had this cough. At the end of the appt he bolted. In hindsight I wonder if he had to go puke or something.
My son's appt was an hour later, so after killing some time we met with the dr again. No coughing this time, but there was still the creepy stare.
It was at this point that I decided I was not going to be intimidated by a doctor. I'm a smart woman. There's no reason for me to feel intimidated.
We received the diagnosis of anxiety, which I have known for forever. We talked about treatment goals and then got our rx's.
Here's where I don't know what to do. He was prescribed Tenex, which is actually a high blood pressure med. He mentioned that the old man already has slightly low BP (which of course freaks me the hell out) and that he shouldn't stand up too quickly cause he could pass out.
O_o.
Um ok. Way to burst my bubble. There wasn't enough talking. I would have preferred a different medication and of yet have not decided if I will give it to him yet. I wanted more from this appointment.
<Sigh> I will post more of an update when I process a little more and I'm not typing it on my Blackberry. :)
A few years back, I was given a RX for a PB med for my daughter, Pam. I didn't fill it. I had the same feeling about that direction. But.....the alternative is Prozac. She's been all through that. On it, and off. It took away her true feelings. She was WAY to happy!!! My mom died and she took 2 minutes to think about it, and then keep on reading. No crying.
Lisa C.
Posted by: Lisa Coleman | 10/18/2009 at 07:21 PM