My psychiatrist added a stimulant to my medicine regime today because I am sleeping so much. Hopefully that will make a big difference because currently I am sleeping about sixteen hours a day when I don’t have something constructive to do outside of the house. I don’t know the name of the stimulant; I haven’t filled the prescription yet. He also lowered my trileptal dose.
I feel like an old woman with all of these medicines. I keep thinking of my grandmother, who kept all her medicines in this big basket.
I took Be-Bop and Rock Steady with me to the doctor. Be-Bop finally asked, “what kind of doctor is he?” to which I responded, “he’s a doctor for Mommy’s head.”. That seemed to satisfy him.
Nothing else today.