Ding dong! The move is done!
Yes, despite the record breaking heat wave that took over the greater DC area this past week, Palmer and I managed to completely move out of the old apartment and into the new one! Hurrah! Actually, we did a pretty good job of it; I've been steadily unpacking throughout the week, so we aren't living out of boxes. The only things still boxed up are the books and knick-knacks, and those are only away because we haven't set up the bookshelf yet. But we're doing that tomorrow, so books and knick-knacks will be un-boxed and displayed proudly!
During the week I also managed to go to a doctors appointment. I haven't had a general practitioner since high school, and my parents have been bugging me to get one. Since Johns Hopkins opened a new physicians office in downtown Bethesda, I decided to make an appointment there. Overall, a successful venture. My doctor is less than happy about my smoking and drinking habits, but did say that I was in overall good health. She also gave me a referral to a dermatologist, which I plan on making quite soon. I'm incredibly pale (pretty much the palest person I know) and have a number of moles that I'd like looked at. And when she was performing the actual physical, she remarked that I was, indeed, quite fair-skinned. I laughed a bit, and asked her if it was the veins showing through my skin that made her say that.
She also gave me a prescription for Wellbutrin, a referral for a psychiatrist, and a list of numbers to call to start my search. While we were reviewing my medical history she asked about mental health, and honestly, I had a bit of a breakdown. Specifically, when I told her that have major recurrent depression, and that I was in the middle of a depressive episode, she started asking all the usual questions about sleep and eating habits and whatnot, which was fine. But she also asked about suicidal thoughts, and that's when I lost it a bit. I hate having these thoughts, and it is really really hard to talk about (it took me a month to open up to Palmer about it) but I knew it was important for me give full disclosure of my mental state. So I admitted to the suicidal thoughts and pretty much immediately burst into tears, which I think convinced her more than anything else that yes, I do need meds. So yes, I am back on anti-depressants. Currently on a low dose, but this Thursday I'll get bumped up to the full dosage. Obviously not feeling any difference yet, but am feeling optimistic after the appointment and beginning the medication. So we'll see.
My best friend's wedding is in two weeks, and I don't even have a dress. Blargh! So I need to go out and get one that is versatile enough to wear in Seattle summer, but that I can pair with leggings and a cardigan if Seattle summer decides that 70 degrees is a nice high to achieve that day.
That's about it for now. Once more boxes are unpacked, expect pictures!
*Crossposted from Dreamwidth, where I am also SparkFrost. Comment on either, doesn't matter.
During the week I also managed to go to a doctors appointment. I haven't had a general practitioner since high school, and my parents have been bugging me to get one. Since Johns Hopkins opened a new physicians office in downtown Bethesda, I decided to make an appointment there. Overall, a successful venture. My doctor is less than happy about my smoking and drinking habits, but did say that I was in overall good health. She also gave me a referral to a dermatologist, which I plan on making quite soon. I'm incredibly pale (pretty much the palest person I know) and have a number of moles that I'd like looked at. And when she was performing the actual physical, she remarked that I was, indeed, quite fair-skinned. I laughed a bit, and asked her if it was the veins showing through my skin that made her say that.
She also gave me a prescription for Wellbutrin, a referral for a psychiatrist, and a list of numbers to call to start my search. While we were reviewing my medical history she asked about mental health, and honestly, I had a bit of a breakdown. Specifically, when I told her that have major recurrent depression, and that I was in the middle of a depressive episode, she started asking all the usual questions about sleep and eating habits and whatnot, which was fine. But she also asked about suicidal thoughts, and that's when I lost it a bit. I hate having these thoughts, and it is really really hard to talk about (it took me a month to open up to Palmer about it) but I knew it was important for me give full disclosure of my mental state. So I admitted to the suicidal thoughts and pretty much immediately burst into tears, which I think convinced her more than anything else that yes, I do need meds. So yes, I am back on anti-depressants. Currently on a low dose, but this Thursday I'll get bumped up to the full dosage. Obviously not feeling any difference yet, but am feeling optimistic after the appointment and beginning the medication. So we'll see.
My best friend's wedding is in two weeks, and I don't even have a dress. Blargh! So I need to go out and get one that is versatile enough to wear in Seattle summer, but that I can pair with leggings and a cardigan if Seattle summer decides that 70 degrees is a nice high to achieve that day.
That's about it for now. Once more boxes are unpacked, expect pictures!
*Crossposted from Dreamwidth, where I am also SparkFrost. Comment on either, doesn't matter.