Aibu to be at my wits end?
I have severe depression. Managing my mental health is a lifelong responsibility that I take incredibly seriously. And yet multiple times I am let down by the NHS.
I manage my symptoms successfully atm with 225mg Venlafaxine, I ordered my repeat prescription 11 days ago knowing it would take a while but giving myself some contingency time for it to be delivered by Monday (when my last prescription tablet was Sunday). We were away last week. Heard nothing to signal there was an issue. Arrive home Sunday to no delivery of medication. Spend 2 hours trying to speak to surgery on Monday to sort it to be told earliest I can get prescription is this morning, which means I won't have medication to take on Monday evening (10pm). To those in the know, delaying Venlafaxine by even hours can cause horrific withdrawals. But I thought if that's the best they can do I will be at the pharmacy to collect at 9am.
Checked online and for some reason the surgery has sent it as a delivery so now need to spend more time sorting it before I can get my tablets. I am already withdrawing. My mood has plummeted I am struggling with my motor skills and cannot focus. I am supposed to be at work today, supposed to be driving kids to and from activities etc and my entire world now grinds to a halt because for some reason (not for the first time) the NHS does not recognise the importance of my life saving medication. I am so sick of it, it's exhausting.