Post by shiveringsky on Apr 23, 2015 12:54:51 GMT
Back on the bandwagon once more. Finally had a return to the Maudsley to be seen for medication titration on Monday. Turned out that as previously suspected my GP hadn't a damn clue what she was doing at all and leaving me sitting on one daily dosage of 5mg of Tranquilyn was (as I suspected) a complete waste of time. Lucky for me I just stopped taking it about 2 months ago anyway.
Have started again. This time with proper assistance. One pill three times a day to start with and telephone monitoring from the ADHD folk at SLaM. Through all this to-ing and fro-ing I've discovered I have a basically non-functioning thyroid and HBP. I feel well old before my time but I suppose I can't really act surprised by this. Head hyperactivity has always left me a little jealous of those with physical hyperactivity. My inability to focus leaves me pinned to a chair for hours at a time feeling as if minutes have passed while Ive done the very important task of f*ck all. I just need to think and think and think and think.... Anyway, the above means that it may turn out medication cannot be an answer for me, unless I fancy having a coronary. I'm trying to walk more now the sun has come out to play and have a little game when work lets out of seeing how many bus stops down the route I can walk before my bus comes. It's the small things. That is what I keep telling myself. I only hope that I am not kidding myself. It wouldn't be the first time. My pulse is also apparently on the quick side. Last time the nurse took this reading she noticed that the second reading is always lower for me. "Do you get anxious coming here?" she asked me. "Yes. I get anxious just leaving the house." I replied. "Oh. You should stop that." Ta' love. I will take that novel approach under advisement.
So far not feeling much of much. But that's normal. Perhaps there may be a placebo effect in my optimism. Yesterday I mowed the front lawn when I got in from work and now it appears less like I live in a jungle. Don't judge! A messy garden is a real thief deterrent. Mhmm. That's what I tell myself at least.
Been quite depressed of late. Trying to get a grip on my temper and not lash out at my housemate/ex like an utter cockwomble. I still think he has a bit of an ADHD disposition himself and that this in part contributed to our downfall as a couple as well as some of our more wonderful craziness. I am lucky to have him in my world either way. Such a shame he parked in the wrong bay when he took me to the Maudsely last week. A £130 fine and the traffic warden was standing right by when he parked up. Could have told him, but no. Jobsworth.
Have started again. This time with proper assistance. One pill three times a day to start with and telephone monitoring from the ADHD folk at SLaM. Through all this to-ing and fro-ing I've discovered I have a basically non-functioning thyroid and HBP. I feel well old before my time but I suppose I can't really act surprised by this. Head hyperactivity has always left me a little jealous of those with physical hyperactivity. My inability to focus leaves me pinned to a chair for hours at a time feeling as if minutes have passed while Ive done the very important task of f*ck all. I just need to think and think and think and think.... Anyway, the above means that it may turn out medication cannot be an answer for me, unless I fancy having a coronary. I'm trying to walk more now the sun has come out to play and have a little game when work lets out of seeing how many bus stops down the route I can walk before my bus comes. It's the small things. That is what I keep telling myself. I only hope that I am not kidding myself. It wouldn't be the first time. My pulse is also apparently on the quick side. Last time the nurse took this reading she noticed that the second reading is always lower for me. "Do you get anxious coming here?" she asked me. "Yes. I get anxious just leaving the house." I replied. "Oh. You should stop that." Ta' love. I will take that novel approach under advisement.
So far not feeling much of much. But that's normal. Perhaps there may be a placebo effect in my optimism. Yesterday I mowed the front lawn when I got in from work and now it appears less like I live in a jungle. Don't judge! A messy garden is a real thief deterrent. Mhmm. That's what I tell myself at least.
Been quite depressed of late. Trying to get a grip on my temper and not lash out at my housemate/ex like an utter cockwomble. I still think he has a bit of an ADHD disposition himself and that this in part contributed to our downfall as a couple as well as some of our more wonderful craziness. I am lucky to have him in my world either way. Such a shame he parked in the wrong bay when he took me to the Maudsely last week. A £130 fine and the traffic warden was standing right by when he parked up. Could have told him, but no. Jobsworth.