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I'm extremely new to these board pages. So, please do bear with me. Over the passed year, my psychiatrist has refused me my bipolar medication 3 different times, for a month's time frame each. Now, if I was single and didn't have a normal life to try to live and without my children...I'm going to guess my concern wouldn't be so high. The first time it happened, you could say it was my fault. I am on lithium, and I am required blood work every 2-3 months. That time I had genuinely forgotten. Forgetting kind if happens to me a lot, but I am in no way dismissing my lack of following direction. I spent the next week with severe symptoms of withdrawal, and the rest of the month with my mind and body in a complete tizzy. My husband took my children and stayed with his parents, and I fought with myself to just keep it together until the doctor got my lab report back and I could finally have my medication. A few months later, the same scenario happened, except I DID get my blood work done! Apparently, they could not find the right department to get my lab report back to them, so again my life was turned upside down and my family had to leave me. I vowed to myself that this would absolutely NEVER happen again, I'd be on top of everything. After all, I literally depend on this medication to live as normal of a life as I can. This medication keeps my children with me, this medication makes it so I can drive without having to pull over and cry or pull over and have someone come get me. This medication makes it so I do not feel like a frightened dog in a severe thunderstorm with no thunder vest or safety in sight. This medication makes it so I can function right, I am not the only one who needs that. Now the third and most recent time Mrs. Psychiatrist pulled this, I always count my meds to make sure I'll have enough to make it from appointment to appointment, she moved my appointment 2 weeks out. I was not going to have enough medicine to make it. I called and made sure she knew I wasn't going to make it. I was told "it's only a week, you'll be fine.", but I wasn't fine. Three days into that week, I drove (barely) across town, to the doctors office. Shaking, barely able to see, forming a full sentences was even an issue, my breathing was even interrupted. I begged for a prescription and was told there was nothing they could do for me, I was handed a form that one of the office staff filled out. He told me to go to the emergency room and just hand them the form and they would do the rest. I spent 3 hours in so much confusion, I didn't realize they gave me a month's worth of the medicine I needed. I spent the next few days "recovering" and my psych appointment arrived. I was still so upset about what my family had to go through, as I walked into the office, she asked me how I was. I told her the situation and she looked at me, and blamed ME!!! She told me that I missed my last appointment, which when she claims I missed my appointment, I didn't even have one! I double and triple checked with my calenders and the front desk. She also claimed I did not get my blood work AGAIN, which I also checked with the front desk..they had that too! I made a complaint against the doctor, but I'm not even sure if it will help. Has anyone had any similar experiences? What did you do? Should I get a lawyer? These are lifetime medications for me, can she really cut my life into pieces any time she feels like it?? I'm SO scared to go through that again, and switching doctors is not an option, I love my therapist which are tied together by the office firm.
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