Psychiatrist Today

I should be going to sleep about now. Instead I’m off to see my psychiatrist. What do I need to tell her? Oh right. The sleep thing has gone to hell. The temazepam had almost stopped working after the first two weeks. It took another week for my sleep patterns to completely break down. At this point the temazepam makes no difference whatsoever. The seroquel still makes me feel like crap if I take it before I’m really tired. It actively prevents me getting to sleep. Additionally, the antidepressant effect of it seems to have disappeared entirely, leaving me rather down. I’d like to get off the seroquel, because it makes my already screwy sleep patterns even worse. I’d like to switch to lamotrigine or something similar that’s not going to screw around with my sleep.

Eh. We’ll see how it goes. It’s an hour on the bus anyway.

Update: I’ve seen the psychiatrist. No further action on the sleep thing, but I’m being taken off the seroquel and will be slowly titrated up on lamotrigine. I have to get a blood test first, though.