So a few weeks ago I wrote about our struggle to get medication management for David’s psych medications. Today we did intake at Sanford Behavioral Health Bismarck. Medication success! and Medication disappointment. See, they are taking him on as a patient, but since we missed his appointment in May, he can’t be scheduled to see someone to manage his medications, and prescribe them, until November at the earliest. I asked point blank, “what is he supposed to do about medications until then?” “You can speak with his primary doctor and see if she will prescribe them for you.” What if she won’t prescribe them? Tough luck. Well, I guess we could put him in psych when his medications wear off and he runs out of them. then they will pretty much have to prescribe them. But why should it come to that?
I went to the pharmacy to pick up his medication and what do I find? nothing. So I said, “he is on an auto-fill plan how can this be?” It’s not logical The tech calls the pharmacist who explains it to me. “We call the doctor two weeks before the refill is due. “We call the doctor one week before the refill is due.” “We call the doctor three days before the refill is due.” “We call the doctor daily until the refill order arrives.” Now, normally, the pharmacist says, “we call once and it’s filled. We have been doing this with your son’s medications since March. This month we have received no response.” Moving out of state provided care I had already scheduled an appointment with his primary to get a psychological evaluation referral. So I asked her, can you refer us to a
I have been struggling for a while. It seems like some days are very dark. Snappy and snarky comebacks are my friend regardless of the context of the conversation. So I approached my doctor about it. I talked to her about: Insomnia – the lack of ability to sleep. Loneliness. – feeling alone, yet needing to be alone and preferring the isolation that comes with being a disabled stay-at-home dad even though I spend a lot of time advocating for others and supporting families. Anxiety. – I don’t know how to describe the overwhelming panic, the racing heart, the rapid thoughts and their impact on life. Fear. – of my son. and that he might attack me with a shovel again. Memory issues. – forgetting things, remembering things that didn’t happen… conversation issues. So I am not crazy. Not in the traditional sense. I underwent a battery of tests with