I am now home from the doctor. Once again I have high inflammation throughout my body and high sedimentation. Everything else: rhuematoid factor, celiac disease panel, antibodies was normal.
At this point he’s not sure how much good I would derive from seeing a rheumatologist. He was hoping to have a firmer diagnosis for me, but in his words, he feels he’s “going to have to punt” and call it fibromyalgia.
Fuck, that was encouraging.
I talked to him about my headaches again, and I now have a new medication added to my regimine. I don’t think he quite understood before the frequency with which I get them (at least once a week, often more). He wants me to take a picture of my eye the next time one of my infamous cluster headaches centers in it. Then I need to go to his office. He wanted to know if I’ve ever seen a neurologist or had a CAT scan (the answers are no and no). I don’t feel nervous about any of this. Not at all…
Also, since I continue to have acid reflux in spite of the Zantac, I have another new med. I’m up to six now. YAY!
He asked me how things were going on the Celexa. Well, here’s the thing: I know the Celexa has definitely helped reduce the incidence of passive suicidal ideation for me. There have been some odd things going on, though. I find myself being overly sensitive and weepy at times–this is not normal for me, and all I can do is humbly apologize to anyone who’s been on the receiving end of it.
Under normal conditions I tend to have a pretty thick skin. So, now doc wants me to see a psychiatrist. He thinks I might have Bipolar Disorder. He says Celexa can have this kind of affect on people with BPD, and I do have at least one close family member who’s been diagnosed with it.
I called the mental health services number when I got home. Apparently, the way these things work in good ol’ Arizona is like this: You call the clinic at 8:00 AM. If they have an appointment available you go in that day. If not, you call back the next day. Rinse. Repeat.
This shit just gets better and better.