Not Crazy

On Friday, Dr. Rick asked me about my mood, as they delicately call it. I told him that I wish I could die but do not have plans to hurt myself. He asked why, and I explained that I am sick and in pain, and that I cannot do most of the things I like to do. Dr. Rick wanted to admit me to the hospital, because he wants psychiatry to see me, and being admitted is the only way to make that happen quickly. He also wanted to have my pain monitored and try to get it under control, but I think mainly he wanted to prevent me from killing myself.

I was adamant that I do not want to be hospitalized.

1. I already have trouble sleeping. The last thing I need it machines beeping and people making noise 24/7.

2. Dr. Rick is changing my pain meds (gabapentin to Lyrica). The pain is one of the reasons I want to die, so if that gets better, I will not want to die. I pointed out that my severe depression began immediately after Alyssa told me that there was nothing to do for my fatigue and little to do for my pain. (I did not dime her out but said "at my last appointment I learned that...") Fix my pain!

3. I would be anxious in the hospital, because I do not trust them. Doctors, technicians, etc. I do not trust that they are identifying my problems correctly or that they will listen to me. Or that I will be able to express myself well.

4. I would be bored in the hospital. There is nothing to do there! I can kill a lot of time on google, but not that much.

5. I cannot afford to miss work.

6. I do not want a psych label, because I do not want doctors to think that my physical problems are in my head. I have enough trouble getting doctors to listen; I do not need that label following me.

I did not tell Dr. Rick all of that, just reasons 1 and 2. Dr. Rick stared at me intently, obviously trying to decide whether to trust me. He decided that he could. Maybe.

Dr. Rick pointed out that this is a vulnerable time. I am changing six medications this week, all of which can have psychoactive effects. Also, I have reacted poorly to medications in the past. Dr. Rick said that he would allow me to make these medication changes on an outpatient basis only if I maintain strong communication with them. He wrote down the titration directions for gabapentin and Lyrica, along with the other changes. He trusted me to understand what to do, but he did not completely trust me to tell them if my mood dropped. I had to promise to call him if I felt the urge to kill myself, and he wrote down his cell number on the directions.

I already had it.

I have never used his cell number, because I have never feel like my problems are major emergencies. I cannot imagine calling if I wanted to kill myself. A person who wants to die is not going to call. A person who calls is looking for attention. I have engaged in attention-seeking behavior when I was young, but not anymore. 

My shrink made the same request weeks ago, that I call her if I want to die. Of course I did not. How would it help? She cannot make the pain and fatigue go away. She did say that she knows someone who is truly suicidal would not call, because they want to die, not be talked out of it.

I would consider calling a friend, I guess. Maybe the MS Society hotline. Maybe a suicide hotline. Maybe Alyssa. Right now I have no plans to kill myself, mainly because I do not want to scar the person who finds me. And I do not want to leave my bug alone.

The bottom line is that I am clearly of sound mind, so Dr. Rick could not admit me against my wishes. He wanted to see me back in two weeks, though. And he insisted that I make an appointment with a psychiatrist. He also referred me to a pain specialist.