The other thing we discussed was this research study they're doing at my community mental health center. The purpose of the study is to see whether two antipsychotic medications are helpful to people or whether it is better to only use one, and two have too many side effects to be beneficial for most people. My psychiatrist mentioned the last time I saw him that I could go into this study and there would be a 50 percent chance I'd be put into the group of people who goes onto only one antipsychotic, meaning I could stop taking Risperdal, and there would be a 50 percent chance I would be in the other group which means I would stay on both medications. Basically he doesn't want to take me off Risperdal, so this was being offered as an option. He told me today I have the choice of doing this or of staying on Risperdal for a while longer to wait and see how I'm doing before he will reduce the dosage. (Of course, I also have the option of refusing to get these shots or finding myself a different doctor who will not prescribe me Risperdal, but I didn't mention that.) So I said I would talk to this woman there on teh phone about possibly going into this study.
After talking to this woman, who I really couldn't understand because we had a terrible connection, and hearing basically no reasons why I should want to enter this study other than that it would be helpful to her if I did, I thought, well, I don't think so. I can't really see the point in it. I do not want to be on these damn injections of this fat-inducing substance that I have been on for years anymore. I want to be off of them. I do not want to leave it up to chance as to whether I will go off them or not. I just want to stop the damn medication.
I can see the benefit of them doing this research, and I can see that it is a good idea for it to be done. But becoming a guinea pig for the purpose of some study isn't really all that enticing. As my former therapist said when I first told her about this at my last appointment, "How would this benefit you?" I don't see how it would. Not that I'm a totally selfish person, but I'm not that worried about making the $200 over the course of a year that you can get from being in this study and going to appointments and evaluations for this.
But, being afraid to say no to someone right away, I told the woman I'd come in to talk to her about it. I think I'm going to cancel that because I don't really feel that this is worth my time and energy. Plus, she wanted me to come in at 8:30 on a Monday morning to meet with her. I don't have to be at work until 2:00 PM on Mondays, and I am not a pro at waking up early and making it to early appointments. It is hard enough dragging my leaden body out of bed to get somewhere in the morning. I see no point in doing something I don't really have to do when I could be getting some sleep. Especially considering on many nights I don't fall asleep until 4 AM with the usage of copious pharmaceuticals I've written before.
Chelle left a comment about the antibiotics causing nausea, and I know many of them do so for me, but unfortunately this problem with gagging and nausea started before I started taking the antibiotics. My rheumatologist had some obscure reason for putting me on antibiotics, and I honestly don't understand what it was. Normally, I don't take things without knowing the reason, but she seemed to think it would do something to the inflammation and joint pain I was experiencing if I took these antibiotics for two months. I will have to go back to see her again to find out what the heck the reasoning to this was, but honestly this doctor's office makes you wait up to three hours before you see the doctor after you enter the waiting room, and I don't have the desire or the time to do that again right now. It takes so long to see her, I've seen people walk out after waiting for a while and say that they didn't want the appointment anymore because the wait was so long. The last time I was there, these elderly people in the waiting room all clapped when my name got called by the nurse, because I had been waiting the longest and we were all complaining to each other about the ridiculous nature of sitting in a doctor's office waiting room two hours after your appointment time. If she wasn't a good rheumatologist, I would never go back to her. But I have known her for years now, and I don't really want to start over with another one.
Enough of my complaints! Everything is not bad. I will see what happens with this Prozac. I wish I had a better memory for the ways that every med I've taken has ever affected me, but I was never interested in keeping records of that kind of thing, so I don't. This is going to be like the fourth or fifth time I've started on Prozac in my life, so who knows if it will even be effective. But I guess it's worth a shot.
As always, thanks for listening to me gripe.