Milligrams

Relatively soon, I’ll switch psychiatrists. This is some occasion for relief, because I’m going back to my original doctor, the one who diagnosed me and prescribed me all these grand milligrams. I had to leave him because of an insurance problem, but that looks like it’ll be cleared up by the beginning of the new year. I most definitely don’t have mixed feelings about this. Some doctors just “get” you, and many don’t . Unfortunately, this doctor is the first in a long line to get me, so going back to him will in many ways be like going home. The others in the long line simply prescribed me anti-depressants, which kicked me into a mild hypomania. A not-entirely unpleasant hypomania, but, according to my wife, I was not myself on those particular milligrams, so I stopped them. (more on this later)

I’m concerned that the new-old doctor will have forgotten many details about me and my situation, and that we’ll have to play catch up. But if that’s the price to pay, so be it. I’m extremely lucky to be able to go back to him, so I won’t look this gift horse in the mouth.