They say that Jesus and mental health
Are just for those who can help themselves
But what good is that when you live in hell on earth?
From the very fear that makes you want to die
Is just the same as what keeps you alive
It’s way more trouble than some suicide is worth
No, not contemplating suicide. Just giving a little mental health update. Snaps to whoever identifies the song and band without using google.
So for those keeping score, two weeks ago I was put on a couple of drugs: clonezepam and wellbutrin to help ease my anxiety and to help me focus. Both were teeny tiny doses.
The clonezapam was great…for the first week. Then my anxieties came screaming back. Dammit.
Today I had my two week follow up. Since I seem to be tollerating the wellbutrin, she’s upped me to the normal dose, as we had discussed. And since the teeny tiny dose of the clonezapam seems not to be enough, she’s doubling that, too. To just a tiny dose.
She assures me, however, that it’s still a very very small dose. Half a milligram. Which is nothing. She told me she’s prescribed 2 to 3mgs for people before.
Another followup in a month, unless something goes wrong. And she recommends cognative something or other therapy. Which…even with insurance, I’m not sure I can afford right now.
hooray.
Lil’ L, my friend Elizabeth’s baby bugaboo. Just a few weeks old and smiling away.
Go ahead. Try to be grumpy and mean right now. YOU CAN’T DO IT, CAN YOU?
Number of doctor/nurse appointments this week: 4
Amount of money I have spent on prescription drugs this month (WITH insurance): $100
Number of additional tests kitty doctor said I could have done if I wanted to: 2
Number I agreed to: 1, but only because I had to get blood drawn anyway.
This is why I am almost afraid to bring little things up to my doctors. Somehow, it always gets blown out of proportion.
Here’s the thing…(guys, stop reading. go somewhere else, this is gross girl talk involving blood from places.)
