I’m unaccountably anxious about my med review today.
My psych said something last time as I was leaving that kind of rattled me.
I should have had a better response, but I didn’t, and now I think SHE thinks something that isn’t altogether accurate.
So now I have to try and correct that.
If I can.
You know how that goes. They get an opinion and it doesn’t change.
I think also, I mean, I know, she gave me this new med for anxiety and I took it for a week and I discontinued it. I thought it was making me sick. I still think it might have been.
It’s kind of hard to tell because I live with IBS, so that’s fair, but I feel like it made that a zillion times worse that week.
I’m willing to try it again I guess, but not until AFTER I get back from Georgia and visiting my dad.
I just don’t want her to be mad at me, and she probably won’t be thrilled, so whatever.
I wish I still had my case manager sometimes to sort of bounce this stuff off of and go to my appointments with me because I think I could use a friendly, “wait, hold on a second” when my appointment was spinning a little out.
My psych is a little overbearing even though she’s VERY nice and I am just kind of easily run over.
I’m just nervous.
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