dante0

For those who have been concerned (the list is small, yet distinguished) I went to see my psychiatrist for the first time in three years. Going to the doctor sucks. I hate doctors...especially shrinks. No, not all doctors...just my doctor.

Well, I'm back on fucking meds again. Just when I thought I had taken it all, I get a new one I haven't heard of before: Luvox. Good news is: she says it should help with my occasional compusliveness, as well as depression (one med for two things...I like that). Bad news is, it may very well take over three months for it to work.

So, right now I'm sitting here with a headache, and I feel like I'm going to puke. This is why I quit taking this shit to begin with.

On the bright side of this whole thing...she was kind enough to temporarily perscribe me some nice fat valiums. The downside of that is: she is fully aware that I enjoy abusing my meds for recreational purposes, so I only get enough for two weeks, before I have to go and see her again to get another.

I hate it when it becomes inconvenient that people know me well.

After (or should I say: IF) The Luvox starts working, she's going to perscribe me some xanax, so I'll lose my beloved V's.