Urgh
Just spoke to the boy. Very difficult - it's like talking to a sentient wind-up toy. Stupid fucking Dr. let him leave her consulting room with no prescription, no nothing after he scored 10 on the phq 9 measure, which puts him slap bang in the 'moderate depression' zone. And he scored the maximum for the harmful thoughts and suicide item - he actually told her he thinks about killing himself everyday and she didn't fucking give him anything. I swear to God, if I see her. I'm really tempted to complain about her to the GMC. She told him to keep a mood diary for a fortnight, then go back and see if he felt better. Seriously, I could fucking twat her one.
Anyway. And - breathe. I told him I love him. I don't think I've ever done that before. Maybe that's part of the problem, hey? I'm not as nice a person as I like to think I am I guess.
Still. I am arranging counselling for him when they open on Monday. And he's taking St John's Wort - there is actually an evidence base for it, I didn't realise. I never really looked into it as it interacts with hormone based contraceptives so I couldn't ever take it anyway. There is evidence to indicate that is effective in treating mild to moderate depression, both in placebo controlled trails and through meta-analysis and systematic reviews.
Maybe next week will be better, hmm??
Anyway. And - breathe. I told him I love him. I don't think I've ever done that before. Maybe that's part of the problem, hey? I'm not as nice a person as I like to think I am I guess.
Still. I am arranging counselling for him when they open on Monday. And he's taking St John's Wort - there is actually an evidence base for it, I didn't realise. I never really looked into it as it interacts with hormone based contraceptives so I couldn't ever take it anyway. There is evidence to indicate that is effective in treating mild to moderate depression, both in placebo controlled trails and through meta-analysis and systematic reviews.
Maybe next week will be better, hmm??