*covered in blanket with tea*
(Taken from my FurAffinity Journal)
*sips some more of her tea*
So Dattas and I have come to a conclusion that my medication for anxiety really needs to get changed. I had thought that besides the really nasty nausea causing side effect that I was doing alright...up until I actually got down to reflecting on my doctor's question about how its going with my anti-anxiety meds. Next time I get a chance to talk with her, I will let her know that
1. the nausea can get severely nasty at times which DOES interfere with my life. Instead of partying with my newly graduated buddy, I am at home nursing my poor body and mind.
2. it doesn't even help with the anxiety. After actually pondering it seriously and then clarifying it with the poor soul that has to deal with me the most, I can safely say that my anxiety has gotten worse instead of better. There was one night where my anxiety was so bad that I did not get to sleep until 2 AM. Coincidentally, it was the friend who just graduated that managed to get me calmed down enough to sleep.
Of course, I do need to consider new med cost. Therefore, I will probably wait until after we get insurance coverage before I ask my doctor to figure out which med to try next. If I seem a little off between now and then, it's because it really does feel like things are getting worse in the raccoon brain.
*hides under blanket from which you can hear tea slurping sounds*
*sips some more of her tea*
So Dattas and I have come to a conclusion that my medication for anxiety really needs to get changed. I had thought that besides the really nasty nausea causing side effect that I was doing alright...up until I actually got down to reflecting on my doctor's question about how its going with my anti-anxiety meds. Next time I get a chance to talk with her, I will let her know that
1. the nausea can get severely nasty at times which DOES interfere with my life. Instead of partying with my newly graduated buddy, I am at home nursing my poor body and mind.
2. it doesn't even help with the anxiety. After actually pondering it seriously and then clarifying it with the poor soul that has to deal with me the most, I can safely say that my anxiety has gotten worse instead of better. There was one night where my anxiety was so bad that I did not get to sleep until 2 AM. Coincidentally, it was the friend who just graduated that managed to get me calmed down enough to sleep.
Of course, I do need to consider new med cost. Therefore, I will probably wait until after we get insurance coverage before I ask my doctor to figure out which med to try next. If I seem a little off between now and then, it's because it really does feel like things are getting worse in the raccoon brain.
*hides under blanket from which you can hear tea slurping sounds*