I had my consultation with the mental health doctor on campus today. It went really well. The entire time I’ve been working with mental health professionals all I have wanted was for everyone to be on the same page. I’ve always wanted my therapist to know what my doctor was doing and I wanted my doctor and therapist to know what the psychiatrist was doing, and that’s finally going to happen. I’m so happy about that.
I had a 30 minute meeting with the doctor today. She is going to refer me to the psychiatrist because she feels my situation is outside her area of expertise. That was a weird feeling. When she said “your situation is complicated I think we should refer you to the psychiatrist” I felt really bad about myself. I don’t want to be complicated and difficult, I want to be a simple case. The doctor is going to keep meeting with me every other week until I get in to see the psychiatrist. From there there’s like a team thing that happens. I would continue to see my individual therapist and the mental health doctor regularly and then see the psychiatrist occasionally for check ins. Sounds pretty good to me. They also sent for my records from my last psychiatrist, which is awesome. This way they don’t have to rely on my faulty memory for the order things happened in.
I got two prescriptions today. She didn’t want to leave me with nothing so she put me back on a low dose of prozac. I’m absolutely terrified to take it as it was part of the weight gain lineup I was on a few months ago. She also prescribed clonazepam for the short term while the prozac is making me more anxious. I have to go for blood work because I’ve been symptomatic with the eating disorder and she wants to check electrolytes and all that jazz. Luckily, the lab is right beside my building so I can do that tomorrow. She was surprised that my former psychiatrist had put me on/left me on Wellbutrin when I’ve never really been able to give up purging for any length of time. It lowers your seizure threshold, he could have told me that. It just seems like information I should have had. Oh well, I don’t have to deal with him anymore.