Doctor, doctor, give me the news
Nov. 27th, 2002 08:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I'm sure I just posted this update, but it appears to have vanished into the ether. I'm not concentrating too well, though, so I probably just hit "Throw to the wolves" instead of "Update" by accident.
So anyway, I was feeling pretty apprehensive about this morning's doctor's appointment, as in my not-so-limited experience doctors vary quite a lot as to how good they are at dealing with depression. It was a blessed relief to find that the new doctor listened to what I had to say, gave me honest answers, asked me how I felt about taking antidepressants before attempting to prescribe them, and -- most surprisingly -- actually agreed, after listening to my description of past experiences, that it didn't sound like counselling would be very helpful for me. My faith in the medical profession is (at least temporarily) restored.
So I'm now on Lustral (sertraline), and I have a Get Out Of Work Free card for the rest of this week. For next week, too, if I want it; but the doctor suggested (and I agreed) that if I feel up to it I should go back into work on Monday. I don't think taking extended periods off work is going to help overmuch, and I know that the longer I stay off, the harder it's going to be to go back.
Phoned my project manager to tell him what's happening, and he was awfully decent about it -- didn't ask too many questions, offered wishes for a speedy recovery, and agreed to talk to me about stuff when I get back on Monday. I do need to explain the situation a bit more, and I also need to talk to him about the job itself -- there's clearly something wrong if I'm coming home from work every day feeling like I've achieved nothing, done nothing, wasted another day of my life. I'm quite prepared to admit that some of that wrongness is in me, in my outlook; but I don't believe it's all me.
Was going to go to the pub this evening to meet
pir and other BOFHs, but I got halfway down the road and realised that I was on the verge of tears and couldn't face walking there on my own. I feel cross with myself for not making the effort anyway but I honestly don't think I'd have been much company anyway.
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Plans for tomorrow (if I write them down, it might be just enough external accountability that I actually get them done): tidy my bedroom, paint the remainder of the front door frame, practice piano, and make scones. God, what an exciting life I lead. Still, I have to do something, otherwise I'll just sit around all day trying to beat my high score for Minesweeper (50 mines in 37 seconds) on the Palm.
So anyway, I was feeling pretty apprehensive about this morning's doctor's appointment, as in my not-so-limited experience doctors vary quite a lot as to how good they are at dealing with depression. It was a blessed relief to find that the new doctor listened to what I had to say, gave me honest answers, asked me how I felt about taking antidepressants before attempting to prescribe them, and -- most surprisingly -- actually agreed, after listening to my description of past experiences, that it didn't sound like counselling would be very helpful for me. My faith in the medical profession is (at least temporarily) restored.
So I'm now on Lustral (sertraline), and I have a Get Out Of Work Free card for the rest of this week. For next week, too, if I want it; but the doctor suggested (and I agreed) that if I feel up to it I should go back into work on Monday. I don't think taking extended periods off work is going to help overmuch, and I know that the longer I stay off, the harder it's going to be to go back.
Phoned my project manager to tell him what's happening, and he was awfully decent about it -- didn't ask too many questions, offered wishes for a speedy recovery, and agreed to talk to me about stuff when I get back on Monday. I do need to explain the situation a bit more, and I also need to talk to him about the job itself -- there's clearly something wrong if I'm coming home from work every day feeling like I've achieved nothing, done nothing, wasted another day of my life. I'm quite prepared to admit that some of that wrongness is in me, in my outlook; but I don't believe it's all me.
Was going to go to the pub this evening to meet
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Plans for tomorrow (if I write them down, it might be just enough external accountability that I actually get them done): tidy my bedroom, paint the remainder of the front door frame, practice piano, and make scones. God, what an exciting life I lead. Still, I have to do something, otherwise I'll just sit around all day trying to beat my high score for Minesweeper (50 mines in 37 seconds) on the Palm.
The drugs do work
Date: 2002-11-27 02:23 pm (UTC)And if I ever recommence bursting into tears because my coffee's too strong, or at particularly poignant moments on children's TV, I will demand further drugs without hesitation.
Re: The drugs do work
Date: 2002-11-27 02:45 pm (UTC)Sometimes the drugs work, sometimes they don't. Glad they did for you. Hope they do for Jan. Hope they do for me too :-)
I am glad the trip to the docs wasn't the ordeal Janw as fearing though. *hugs*
Re: The drugs do work
Date: 2002-11-28 12:32 am (UTC)So the decision this time was more like "Experience suggests that this is unlikely to help, and is in fact likely to make it worse; but emotion suggests that if I don't try something I will go stark staring mad, and if it makes me worse then at least I can cry for a reason".
I'm really glad the Cipramil worked for you though.
I'd be interested to see figures for what percentage of Oxbridge students/graduates have been treated for depression. Although I'm not sure I wouldn't find those figures almost as depressing as the figures for Oxbridge graduates' average starting salary.
A friend of mine once claimed that the Warneford Hospital had a higher percentage of firsts than any of the colleges. This does rather have the feel of an urban legend, though...
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Date: 2002-11-28 03:29 am (UTC)Re: The drugs do work
Date: 2002-11-28 05:18 am (UTC)yes, i'd be very interested in knowing this too. sometimes it feels like everyone i know is or has been depressed. and then i think of the stuck-up magdalene-ites, and the hearties, and realise that it's probably just an illusion, and that i tend to hang out with the kind of contemplative souls who are likely to be be prone to depression.
i'm reminded of the time in my first year when there were six or seven of us sat in my room after a pub visit, and someone asked how many of us had tried to commit suicide. all but one of the hands shot instantly into the air ...
-m-
Ignorance is bliss?
Date: 2002-11-28 01:05 pm (UTC)I've also noticed the phenomenon of clever people - OK, OK, Oxford students - being particularly prone to depression. I wonder if it stems from feeling isolated and misunderstood, maybe getting picked on, at school, which might make one more withdrawn and prone to bottling things up in later life?
Just me then? Ah.
Re: Ignorance is bliss?
Date: 2002-11-29 09:41 am (UTC)Let's just be glad they didn't try harder. Besides, I know several people who did try pretty hard, but fortunately other people tried harder to save them.
I wonder if it stems from feeling isolated and misunderstood
I suspect that's a part of it, but I think a lot of it is simply that people who spend a lot of their time thinking are more likely to look at the world and wonder things like "Why am I here?" and "What's the point of it all?" -- in my experience that sort of musing rarely makes people happy.
One of the head-doctors I saw told me that I thought too much, and I should just get some exercise, take up rowing or something. I told him I was afflicted with chronic postmodernism. I think at that point he gave up on me, too.
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Date: 2002-11-27 04:56 pm (UTC)Would have been nice to see you, but other opportunities will present themselves, I'm sure.
The film was sold out, so the only person who didn't book ahead (Mr. Chin) was disappointed.
I'm amused that the first suggestion the spell-checker makes for BOFHs is Biffs ...
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Date: 2002-11-28 07:18 am (UTC)The only side effect I noticed was that it took the edge off my caffeine/adrenalin buzz, which was a problem since that's where my work-head lives. :-/ I suspect that would be an issue with any AD though.
You obviously have a better-than-default version of minesweeper. I'll swap it for the demo version of Lemmings if you like? Mental note --- must not under any circumstances buy the full version --- my life would stop.