I know you deserve better, as my readers. I know I need to be more disciplined if this is to amount to anything.
I've been tired. Riddled with anxiety, about everything, and nothing. I've been irritable.
I'm usually so happy at this time of year.
I picked up my new meds today. On top of my 200mg of Lamictal, I'm now on 150mg of Wellbutrin. I got upset with the pharmacist because she insisted on knowing why the med was prescribed. In all my years taking meds, I've never had a pharmacist ask such a question. When I wouldn't tell her at first, she threatened not to fill my prescription, stating that she had to make sure the doctor wasn't mistaken. She went on to arrogantly tell me that she catches doctor errors on a regular basis. Hey, maybe it's true, but to act like she's better than doctors, and to insist on knowing my diagnosis? It's an anti-depressant, what else do you need to know?!
I hate the waiting game, when you first start a new medication. Waiting to see if you will develop any weird side effects. Waiting to see if it's efficacy, if any.
I hate being trapped in my own head, it's a bad place to be sometimes.
I'll kick myself into gear. I'll start blogging regularly again. It's good for me.
Felicia
