I was right; something did happen. And it was something good. So, that's a relief.
On the sage advice of
deviantsimian, I am trying not to be anxious about whether or not I'm anxious. I will ride things out with the medication and give it a fighting chance. As it is, much (if not all) of my anxiety and depression have been deemed "learned responses" and the medication might not be necessary for very long.
In other news,
HOLY SHIT! ENERGY BEAM SHOOTS DOWN FIGHTER JETS! This is at once horrifying and fantastic.
The world has flying cars. The world evidently has death-lasers, too. So where's my fucking lightsaber?!?