Society for the Preservation of My Sanity

Wanted to share a photo with you....

That's the sky from my front yard. Cool, ain't it? I absolutely LOVE sky photos!! I'm serious. I'll stand out in the yard with my way-non-fancy digicam and shoot a ton of pix hoping to get the perfect one. Of course, as time moves along, so does the sun and clouds, etc. and I think, "OH! No, this is a great shot. No! I gotta get THIS shot, too! Wait! This is gorgeous...." And on and on and on. I end up with a bazillion of these shots. And I love 'em all!

Heh. Same with nature shots. One day, I shall have me a way-fancy digicam that can zoom and stuff and I shall take a bazillion pix of birds and trees and dogs and deer and the antelope play....

Uh. No, that's something else, but you get the idea. ;)

I go see the doc again today. This is the appointment scheduled back when he changed me to the different thyroid med to check and see how it's working for me. That means blood drawing. Do you remember The Bruise I got last time?! Ugh.

I'm gonna chug some water this time. Hopefully that will help!

I'm also going to talk to him about:

1. -- whether or not some of these new meds might be causing a dry, hacking cough. It's only occasional, but several years ago, I was taking some older blood pressure medicine. Because the newer stuff was so expensive, that's why! *urgh* Anyhow, one of the main side effects was a cough. I took it for nearly seven years without having a problem with that.

Then I got a cold. And a cough. That never went away and got so bad that I couldn't breathe during an attack. Gah.

So anyhow...we don't wanna be foolin' around with no meds that make me cough. NO WAY!

2. -- I'm also going to ask him if maybe the generic We||bu+rin isn't working so well. And/Or

3. -- if some of the new meds are causing an increase in the depression.

*sigh* It's been a really yucky couple of weeks in that area. Maybe I'll talk about it later. But anyhow, something needs to be done and I fear that if I get started talking to him about how bad it's (the depression) been, he'll want me to do one (or both!) of two things:::

-- see a "therapist". Been there, done that. No thanks.

YUCK! I hated it. I went about twice and get this...this therapist? This clinical s0cial w0rker? She was the lady who'd taken (quite crappy!) pictures at my wedding!!!! Um, can we say NO WAY!???!

Yes, we sure can. And I did. She'd ask the stupidest questions as I sat there, trying to keep my two young children occupied. What did I do for fun? Did I ever go out with friends? At that time, the only close-ish friend I had had SIX kids (three under 8 that were her new dh's and her own three, all under 8, too, one of which was an infant) and it was a little hard to "go out" considering all the littles we had between us.

Her mouth kinda dropped open. She asked me how I thought the therapy was going and I said, "Frankly, all I can think about is how much this is costing us and how we can't afford the extra financial strain."

That was the last time I went. No one ever called to check up on me...to see if I'd slashed my wrists or had some kind of psychotic break.

Gah. Some doctors just tick me off. I mean, not that I'd have gone back, but you'd THINK that a phsyc's office would at least call to follow up on that kinda thing...especially since I'd been sent there suffering from "major depression". Sheesh.

Okay, so the other thing that concerns me is that

-- he might also or instead want me to check into the mental health (or lack of!) floor at the hospital.

I was there when MIL had to be admitted. I won't be going there either, thank you.

It was like a prison and she was only there for a week. We were told we could NOT visit her and they took all kinds of things like her pens and nail clippers, etc. That was just TOO creepy and I felt so bad for her. But since she'd been manic for over four months, hardly ever sleeping and had caused THREE wrecks, finally totalling both of their new vehicles, in about 3 weeks' time? It was one of those "Duh!" moments when it was just obvious she needed intense treatment.

I am not there. Lord willing, I won't ever be. But it's getting hard. I can't keep on like this. Something's gotta change.

Okay...so I wasn't going to talk about the depression, right? But seems I did, so I guess I'll go now.

Have a wonderful day!!!

{UPDATAGE::: So, Tommy met me at the doctor's office. I wasn't sure he was gonna go OR if I even wanted him to go, but he did and it was okay. I pulled out my list of stuff to ask him and started right in on him.