The psychiatrist messed up my prescription again, which means I am once more living on the pharmacy's charity while I wait for her to be back in her office again. This is one of the most intensely frustrating recurring experiences of my life, because it is so hard for me to get to the pharmacy in the first place, and then having everything be wrong ( Read more... )

I have a lot of ~feelings~ right now, but most of them are unprintable invective directed towards my mother, so they're probably best kept between me, my therapist, and Maria, who has been displaying a vast sense of understanding (she is used to being the "bad" daughter, so the switch in our positions has left her rather sage and sympathetic). Part ( Read more... )

I. have. meds ( Read more... )

NOT in a very good frame of mind ( Read more... )

So I'm sure everyone is desperately interested in hearing the continuation of the Saga of the Insurance Company from Hell (yes, you are ( Read more... )

Dear My Insurance Company:

Congratulations! You have proved your sagacity. The fact that I have taken the same medication every day for the last four years might convince a lesser mind that I actually need it, but you in your wisdom have seen through that ruse. As you have guessed, my medication is purely an extraneous expense that I continue to ( Read more... )

So I have been trying to figure out why I am so incredibly amazingly calm about the fact that I have less than a week to write a twenty-page research paper and it's not even started yet, and realised to-day, with skyerana's help, that I've basically been totally mellowed out since I started on the Celexa. Which I guess is both good and bad, since, you know ( Read more... )