Psychiatrist Redux

     In hindsight I should have fired my shrink after the April commitment fiasco, but she'd been so helpful at first, I decided to forgive her and carry on.  It is not an easy thing to have to start over with a new psychiatrist--you have to bare your soul, try to get them to understand what's going on with you, hope they will understand you need a drug that will work, not psychotherapy.  But after her refusal to help with any pain medicine when my surgeon refused to help (via his staff, admittedly) or even refer me to a pain management clinic (the surgeon and shrink must have both skipped the class on helping your patient by referral), I'd had all I could stand of her.  I called my old shrink back and asked him for an appointment.  I saw him within a few days; he started me on pain meds and sleeping pills that actually worked for more than a night or two.  Within less than a week, I was no longer in agonizing pain 24 hours a day and I was sleeping through the night, after six weeks of just catching an hour or two every now and then.  Amazing what a little TLC can do!  Just don't put up with being mistreated by your doctor.  Fighting your depression takes all your energy.  I'm on a new anti-depressant now, but all I can tell it's doing is making me nauseated 24/7.  I hope before the dose doubles next week my body will have adjusted to it.  See why Carrie Fisher said if depressed people are just making it through the day they deserve medals along with the steady stream of drugs they're subjected to?  I wish believing that made me feel any better. 
        When I fired my shrink, I asked if she would give me the names of the three anti-depressants she believed I could metabolize.  When she'd first done the blood tests, she'd told me there were four anti-depressants not metabolized by the enzyme I didn't produce.  I was on one--it obviously wasn't working.  No, since I fired her, she wouldn't tell me.  I had tried to hold on for two more weeks and not fire her until after the appointment I had scheduled on July 12 (when I would ask for the names), because I suspected she would have that kind of attitude, but I couldn't bear any more pain.  The same day I fired her, the second pain managment clinic I'd contacted had called and told me my surgeon's office claimed they'd referred me to my shrink.  They wouldn't have known her name if I hadn't given it to them in an attempt to have the surgeon call her about my problem metabolizing drugs.  I had asked her to give me the names of what pain meds I could metabolize when I'd had my last appointment, but when I asked the surgeon's office for specific meds, they apparently thought I was a "drug seeker", and told me I'd reached my pain threshold.  This is why I said I'd lost all respect for the medical profession in my last post.  Just a bunch of mismanaged crap while I suffer.