How to Manage Your Meds the Complicated Way

Well, the meds thing is getting stupid. My support worker asked my new family doctor – whom I haven’t even seen once – to prescribe the risperdal, while I will be calling my prescribing doctor about it tomorrow. The good thing is that I don’t need to worry about running out of meds, but that was actually not my main worry, cause, as it turns out, if the pharmacy receives a prescription one day after noon, they will have it ready two days later (if they receive it before noon, it’s ready the next day) – which would be Thursday if my prescribing doctor faxed a new scrip to them tomorrow. However, now I have absolutely no idea to whom I need to address any questions I may and do have about the meds. For one thing, they are absolutely ineffective at night. They do what they’re supposed to do during the day, but I don’t notice any positive effects from them with sleep – and I don’t buy into “you would’ve slept even worse without meds”. So I don’t understand why I take these meds at night anyway. Now I don’t expect an answer other than to just continue and if it still doesn’t work, increase my dosage, from the prescribing doctor, but well. Now essentially I’m expected to manage my own meds with a doctor who knows about this stuff 45 miles away and a doctor who prescribes meds without even knowing any background in this city. Bad thing I could’t reach the mental health Nijmegen psychologist to ask about getting an M.D. there. Now I’m stuck with a prescription that I have numerous concerns about with no-one actually managing it or understanding its background. My support worker says he’ll pick it up on Wednesday, but I’ll call my prescribing doctor tomorrow before my support worker comes and address these concerns. I have meds till this Friday – and I have no idea how many my new family doctor prescribed -, but I don’t know how to manage this stuff and I’m sick of needing to organize all these things that I hardly understand myself. Then I’d rather go off meds so that’s one stress less. Speaking of that, I informed support worker about this being a temporary thing. “First get things settled,” he said. Of course. No other reaction. If I didn’t freak out from general stress already – which is why I take these meds -, I’d freak out over the whole organizing that goes aroung getting my prescription at all.