Apr 26, 2012 18:24
Finally bit the bullet and went to my primary doctor.
Its been about two years, and my health has been so-so at best.
The weight has stayed off, so there is a big plus.
Regardless of anything else, this means that my mobility issues (see: foot that perpetually turns outward with limping) have decreased exponentially.
At the doctor, I asked him for something that I never ever thought that I would ask a doctor for: antidepressants.
He asked some questions, went over it with me, and gave me a script for Wellbutrin.
Because I am really tired of self medicating
(see: alcoholism)
with the exception of marijuana, because that actually helps
(see: when NYS finally jumps on the medical bandwagon, I will be first in line).
I also explained this to the doctor, being as honest as possible given the short amount of time that we had together.
He's a good doctor. I started seeing him when I had Medicaid, because he accepted it. His office is in the same building as AIDS Community Services, and he sees a lot of people with addiction issues. It also happens to be a LGBT related practice, with the intake form asking those types of questions, as well. Which makes me feel comfortable.
So.
Wellbutrin.
He wants to see me again in a month, and continuously monitor and blah blah blah.
My hopes is that this helps with the agoraphobia, the anxiety, the suicidal ideation...to the point where it stops effecting my life. Where I can get on with my life, go outside and play, be social again, have friends again, maybe accomplish something academically.
That would be nice.