Showing posts with label Being Proactive. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Being Proactive. Show all posts

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Government vs Private vs State Facilities…

So sticky topic…where is the best care? Well I guess that all depends on your psychiatrist, and whether you’re considered a person, or a number. Good answer right? I’ve seen every side of the coin. My care while under the military was the worst, hands down. State run facilities can be scary to say the least, but once again depending on your psychiatrist could be a diamond in the rough. Private Doctors are great for…well in my case it has yet to be seen what they are good for! Unfortunately there is rarely a choice for many mentally ill people. If you’re not suicidal, or homicide you’re going to fall wayside, therefore just getting medication management can be frustrating.
            I was living in Germany over a decade ago when my Bipolar I with Mixed Episodes started showing. With my then husband away at war, and a two year old to take care of I desperately needed to be sane! I was never able to get a proper diagnosis from the military side. Instead my PCM flung me on, and off antidepressants that fueled my undiagnosed Bipolar. I must have tried twelve antidepressants, before he was ready to commit me to the Psych Ward in Germany. I clearly recall the phone call in which my then husband sent me packing, “Go home April.” Word was getting around I was falling apart. He was angry and embarrassed. Who wants a crazy wife anyway? So, off my daughter and I flew to a private doctor in the States. I remember going back to Germany, I had been diagnosed, and was on medications to help keep the bipolar in control. I remember calling my PCM, they were use to me calling for him at the clinic I was assigned to. He was blown away to say the least, after months of being in his care I FINALLY was referred to psychiatry in Germany. I drove an hour and half to see a matter of fact psychiatrist with the Army. He immediately wanted to change up my medicine. Something none of us want! I refused, wanted to stay on my regiment. Shortly thereafter I returned to the states, back to private doctors.
            My opinion on Private Psychiatrists are one: they can be extremely expensive if you have no insurance, and are paying cash. Two: They tend to be booked up for 30-45 days at a time. If you need an appointment for just an adjustment, you could be waiting for a cancellation. Now with all of that being said I have seen one, only once, for my diagnosis that I really liked. Now I’ve seen a handful of private psychiatrists (probably 7) since I was originally diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. I can’t say I’ve cared for them all. They do allot a good hour for your visit, best believe you’ll be billed for it too. I’m defiantly not saying all of them are bad, depends on the clinic, doctors, and staff. If you find the right doctor, private or not, stick with them!
            Now let’s look at the state-run facilities, I mentioned they can be scary. Let’s add to that busy, dreary, long waits, oh and did I mention you’ll most likely be a number at this point. I’ve been in two states for care, both times I was a patient of State run facilities. A number, yes most defiantly, great medication management, no way. Seems like a great place to go when your “showing your crazy”, and you have no insurance, and generally no money. Co-pays are small to non-existent, but the paperwork is never ending. Get ready to be evaluated every time you have a visit, by at least three people asking you the same questions over and over. I’ve had horrible experiences as a patient at one state run program in Texas, I believe they were trying to completely zombify me, I ended up in a State run Mental Hospital (yes, the Psych ward) due to over medicating. My crazy was showing, locked away in a mental ward was the scariest thing that has ever happened to me. They tried to add more medicine to my “cocktail”, but I refused. I waited out my 72 hour suicide hold, and I was out!
            California was worse, I couldn’t wait for my appointment at the State facility there. My previous clinic gave me the standard 3 month supply of my medications. I still was on the wait list three months later, waiting to be in processed! Not even to see a psychiatrist. I remember looking for parking at the mental health facility in downtown Los Angeles. I couldn’t believe I had run out of medication….so here I was among all types of people. I waited the entire day, not moving for fear of losing my number in line. At the end of the day I was able to see a psychiatrist who was completely skeptical, especially because I had no medical records. I explained “my cocktail” and my “labels”. I was granted all my medications, except one. The one that controls my hallucinations, paranoia, and anger….great. I was told it was a popular “street drug” so he wasn’t going to provide that one. I was livid to say the least. All I needed was medication management and here is a Doctor I had never, and would never see again takes me off a major psych medicine cold turkey! Ha!
            Back to Texas I went. The care I received in California was less than par…never did see another doctor. Time to find someone dependable that could management mental health. It was a success! I’ve been with the same psychiatrist for the last nine years. I’m leveled out. Still ride the waves of my disorders, but I maintain, and lead a productive life! I encourage you to find your own psychiatrist, however you afford it, I have insurance but still see a psychiatrist at a small State funded Clinic. Best care I’ve ever received! Goes to show you never know where you’re going to find a psychiatrist that meets your needs! ~Mental Mari

            

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Hello World... I'm Mental Mari

One Pot Down…
As I take the first drink, of my full pot of coffee. I am brilliant I tell myself, all while my house looks like ciaos, my brain feels like scrambled eggs, I’m falling behind on my weekly assignments at school. I’ve said it so many times to so many people, can’t tell me anything different…I am brilliant and I am here to change the world! I know, what planet am I from? I’d like to call this my ultra-manic light bulb stage. You know the one that acts like a lunatic focusing on projects, and new business ventures. All to come crashing down. I’m determined for this blog to not go down in flames!
            I rarely hit the highest of heights of mania anymore. I don’t miss the voices, the paranoia, the panic, I really don’t miss any of that! Slightly manic today, but I’m good. (Maybe if Id chill on the coffee!) With medication management I stay pretty leveled off, but please don’t think I have all the answers, or even think for a moment I go through spells of ciaos in my brain…because I do. They are just normally not as extreme, lasts about a week, and I’ve managed to turn it into productive weeks. Well I say “productive” which basically means I walk from room to room not remembering why I got up in the first place. Like a puppy chasing its tail, I jump from topic to topic, project to project, room to room. All the while showing my “brilliant” side!
            So I look normal enough, but my manic side can flip me so far out that my “normal” personality will disappear. I’m actually a very “chill” person. I have a lot of friends, many of which I lend an ear to at any point and time. I’m a good person who generally goes out of her way to help others. OKOK so ENOUGH of that lets look at the bullshit side when I become manic! I am so rude…I say whatever I think, and I have no control over what comes out of my mouth. I really curve my rude ass attitude when I’m in my “normal self”. Mania doesn’t care about other people’s feelings. I get loud, I speak over people, and cut them off midsentence. I HAVE NO FILTER! Whatever I’m thinking will roll out of my mouth, in the rudest way possible. I don’t mean to,  (you may have this problem as well) however I’ve been told many, many times in my life I am rude, loud, and obsessed with talking about myself. Oooooopps my manic side is showing!
            So what do I look for, well to be honest my first indicator is usually being broke, and someone spotting my “abnormal behavior.” So of course I have my triggers, one person I will try not to slander, can set me off like a ticking time bomb! I avoid that person at all costs, knowing what the end result, as my “crazy” comes out. Loud and crowded places aren’t for me. I realized years ago that the grocery store was going to be enemy #1! Loud parents, harshly disciplining their children set me off into a panic attack, better for me to disappear! Yeah we all have them, some more than others. One thing I can assure you is that if you can identify these triggers half the battle is won!
            So those are a couple of my personal identifiers that I’m cycling into mania. I often have to wait until I’m aware “I’m on my way up”…literally. My level of mania that I cycle into depends on what the stressors/triggers are that send me flying into a manic state. Stress we all have, I understand that. Sometimes if we are not taking care of ourselves, mentally and physically but triggers can usually be kept at a minimum, as long as you know what they are! Is there someone, or something that really makes you fly off your handle, and lose your shit….Well that’s your trigger!? I’ve seen, heard and read about many types of triggers, being late, spouses, or ex-spouses, family members, even traffic, certain noises all can trigger you. All I can say is I completely get it! I have tigers’ for both my PTSD, and Bipolar side. I do my best to completely avoid them at all costs. If I feel irritated, and feel like I’m being triggered, I’m simply going to have to do whatever modifications you need to do, to avoid, or stop triggers. Avoid triggers, reduce stressors, and take your medications that’s what I can say.
Thanks for stopping by, I’m going to do my best to see you all everyday…promise!  

                                                                                                                            ~Mental Mari