Difficult depression
There has been more depression this week. I came downstairs one morning this week to find an ambulance had arrived. Anita was so low, like she had almost completely given up. Her whole mind set had become exhausted. So much so that the carer was concerned enough to dial 999. After a long examination from a very nice paramedic she was diagnosed depressed, but could have had a temperature. She was offered two options, go to the hospital to get further help, or get checked out by the GP. We decided on the GP but I had to get Anita out of bed and take her down there, they were to short staffed to come out.
The thing is that all the options we have these days almost seem pointless. You know what the end result will be. She was due for an increase in her anti-depressant medication. The GP visit has at least speeded things up because she needed various tests before any increased medication.
She was so down at rehab yesterday that there have been more discussions with the psychologist, psychiatric nurse and GP. The option, if she loses it, is to take her down to A&E, leading to something that I feel won’t help at all. She has now also been given some Diazepam medication to try to give her some relief from anxiety.