A phone call this afternoon to my meds manager got me a return to the higher dosages I was on before we started experimenting with them, and an appointment for consultation May 7, with phone check ins before that.

In addition, my therapist and I are back on a safety agreement. (For those of you unfamiliar with the term…yeah, it means what it sounds like it means.)

Dammit.

There’s good news and bad news.

Let’s do the bad news first, so we all have something to look forward to, shall we?

Based on recent events, issues, and medical indications, the consensus is that the new round of medications is probably not working, in that the therapeutic dosage (what stops the bipolar cycling) appears to be too high to allow me to function properly through the resultant side effects, while a reduced dosage is not helping me get over.

This means we’re probably looking at an outright medication change in the near future.

This means, once again, that I’m getting worse. And my therapist refused to say otherwise this morning.

The good news: