My Pineal Gland Disorder Drove Me Crazy
My pineal gland disorder drove me crazy.
My pineal gland disorder affects my ability to sleep and wake up.
Fortunately, my psychiatrist offers me a treatment.
Earlier this week my twenty-minute car drive ends with me at my psychiatrist office.
My psychiatrist is a must to sustain my HypoGal world.
I need my psychiatrist to help me balance my pituitary gland and pineal gland insufficiencies.
The sleep and wake mechanism within my brain does not properly function.
My body does not go to sleep at night or wake up in the morning without the aid of prescription medications.
The sleep/ wake regulator of the brain is controlled by the pineal gland.
The pineal gland is next to the pituitary gland.
The pituitary gland is also known as your Master Gland.
My pituitary gland does not function either.
Fortunately, my Stanford University-educated psychologist helps me navigate my Hypopituitary journey.
I discover the talents of my psychologist when I am near death from Sheehan’s Syndrome.
Mistakenly, several doctors had informed me that my near fatal rare disease was all in my head.
Desperate for help, and answers, I agree with doctors that it was time for me to see a psychiatrist.
I am fortunate that my psychiatrist, first began her medical studies in Endocrinology.
My psychiatrist has witnessed my medical trials, errors, surreal moments and go figure moments for over fifteen years.
I appreciate my psychiatrist’s medical canard, and the additional insight she provides me into how our medical system functions.
My Appointment With My Psychiatrist
Once I enter the door to her office, I sink into her worn red leather couch.
As she sits in her black swirl chair, smiles and looks over at me on the couch, I blurt out that my husband is recovering from brain surgery.
I convey my husband’s unbelievable experience that went from a diagnosis of water in the ear to brain surgery in 90 days.
I confess my cortisol level feel depleted. I convey that my body is running on reserves that I did not know existed.
My psychiatrist looks at me compassionately as I tell her about my need to offer my body stress doses steroids.
She understands me.
She has told me many times, part of your illness is in our head. Your pituitary gland does not function!
She kindly reminds during my appointment that my body fights a host of other diseases, Relapsing Polychondritis, pulmonary emboli and cervical dystonia daily.
The doctor reiterates that it is understandable that I am exhausted, spent and having a difficult time digesting our families latest medical challenge.
At the end of our twenty-minute appointment, the doctor hands me my an order for my prescriptions and her bill.
I say, thank you, and then I ask 90 days?
She replies, Yes, Lisa; I will see you in 90 days.