beyondpanic's Diaryland Diary
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Pill and a half
My psychiatrist looks like Al Franken. He had ABSOLUTELY no personality. Zero. Zilch.
He asked me twice if I had any suicidal thoughts and both times I told him no...but, why did he ask me twice? Did I look like I was lying? Did I look like I had recently had suicidal thoughts?
He asked me on a scale of 1 to 10, how stressful was the last week. WHEW! Well, let's see, my mom is a stalker, and I had to tell her that I can't drive her to work anymore and my Dad just had his prostate lazered. My son's girlfriend still hates me and she has been verbally attacking my daughter again. I haven't seen my grandaughter since January 28th and probably won't see her for a long time.
He recommended increasing my meds - not to the point that I break out in the hives again, but enough to make me feel a little better...this is just a start. If it doesn't work, we're going to try new meds.
Oh, he actually did laugh once - when he told me that under no circumstances was I to get another dog for the next 30 days.
8:34 p.m. - Wednesday, May. 07, 2008
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