Explanation/ Background (From my blog...)
Today my mum came with me to the psychiatrist. I like Dr B. No bullshit, no faffing around issues. He is pretty straight talking and, while I can see why other people don’t like that, I appreciate it. So… new anti-psychotics with a cute sort of name, to be taken in the morning. Chill-pills, quite literally. Because, although I quite enjoy Quetiapine, it isn’t good to give such a sedative to someone with an alcohol abuse problem.
And here’s the thing.
The hallucinations I experienced last week are more likely to have been caused by acute alcohol withdrawal, than by my bipolar disorder. Dr.B asked me directly if I thought alcohol had anything to do with seeing things. I think I might have blushed, because somewhere in me I know that’s the case. My Care Co-ordinator (also pretty cool) said that crawling/ creeping/ skin bug tactile sorts of hallucinations were typical of alcohol related hallucinations.
And then I went for a drink.
But… if I want to live any kind of reasonable life (and every now and then I do) I need to sort this out. I am not in an “episode” right now; I am not depressed, I am not high, I am not “mixed”- I may be mildly low but it’s nothing too serious. I am, quite seriously, drinking my mind away. Tomorrow, I’ve a seminar clashing with my alcohol appointment. I really, really cannot miss another seminar. But I will rearrange.
Sometime.
Soon.
Perhaps.
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