I’ve sprained my wrist.
I punched a wall. Again.
Arguably not my best idea because its my right hand and I can’t write now and it’s hard to type with a left hand. Plus I have an exam tomorrow. But the anger bubbles up inside me and I have no where to put it. But it means everything is harder for me so sorry if I’m slow with returning communication.
I was told to keep it elevated, iced for two days and should better in a week or two. Which is good because I’ll be okay tomorrow just writing numbers but have an RE mock exam of 12th March which involves a lot of writing. I also have a chance with that exam. To get an A.
So the psychiatrist. We got there and the guy on reception looked at the letter and kept looking and checking and my dad and I knew that the appointment wasn’t there. After being there 25 mins (we had arrived 15 mins early), my dad went to reception and because they couldn’t find it went to get the main secretary person. Our appointment was at 10:30. I went in at 11:10. I’ m pretty sure they just fitted us in.
The psychiatrist recapped last session. Which I never see the point of; hello! I was there I know what happened last time. He asked if anything had changed, I told him how obsessive thinking in mania, sleep. I gave him a moment to write it down. He said “There’s a lot of things going on here. I think I should get an appointment with [forgot their name] who is a specialist in bipolar and psychosis”. He then said he was going to put me on 50mg of sertaline. An antidepressant. Never heard of it before so I googled it ad found that’s trade name is zoloft which I know of.
Esentially I’m playing a game of chance. It’ll either: make depression and suicidial and self harm feelings worse, start a manic episode or work well. Wish me luck. with my hand more than the medication.