Ugh.
So, after forty-five minutes past my actual appointment (and thirty of those minutes spent biting my cheek and trying not to punch the woman smacking her gum next to me-or yell at her kids when they took my seat the minute I got called over to pay my bill) I saw my doctor today.
We spoke about my past issues (first meeting in 2006, my huge break-down in 2007, and another flare-up in 2009) with depression and anxiety and she lowered my Luvox dose by half, put me back on Klonopin, and started me on Risperdal. I'm supposed to take the Risperdal before I go to bed and she said I should see a change in about two to three days. I've got a follow-up appointment in two weeks.
It's an anxiety thing. The irrational anger, the sensitivity to noises, the anhedonia and inability to care about anything (ehowton, I'd honestly forgotten about that payment, BTW). When she read through my symptoms from those previous appointments, they were all the same. Including the whole "I have assignments due, but I really don't care" thing.
Yesterday was bad. I left the living room at 7PM because I couldn't stand the sound of my dad's voice along with the annoying/awful Pawn Stars show he insists on watching. The Klonopin I took about two hours ago is doing something, at least. I'll update later.
We spoke about my past issues (first meeting in 2006, my huge break-down in 2007, and another flare-up in 2009) with depression and anxiety and she lowered my Luvox dose by half, put me back on Klonopin, and started me on Risperdal. I'm supposed to take the Risperdal before I go to bed and she said I should see a change in about two to three days. I've got a follow-up appointment in two weeks.
It's an anxiety thing. The irrational anger, the sensitivity to noises, the anhedonia and inability to care about anything (ehowton, I'd honestly forgotten about that payment, BTW). When she read through my symptoms from those previous appointments, they were all the same. Including the whole "I have assignments due, but I really don't care" thing.
Yesterday was bad. I left the living room at 7PM because I couldn't stand the sound of my dad's voice along with the annoying/awful Pawn Stars show he insists on watching. The Klonopin I took about two hours ago is doing something, at least. I'll update later.