Sorry this is late – but I really had no idea what to write about last night and then it hit me this morning, in the shower (don’t we always get our best ideas when we’re wet and nude? Good luck, getting that image out of your head).
I had an appointment with my psychologist yesterday.
And after talking for a while, she said (I swear, verbatim), “Maybe it’s time to think about meds.”
… ummmmmmmmmmm ….
I’m on meds. Escitalopram and Gabapentin.
And she says, “Well, clearly they’re not working.”
…. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh …. HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA,
I laughed loud and long.
And then I told her, “Um, this is me on meds that are working.”
I explained to her about when the citalopram stopped working and I weaned off of it and the results.
The absolutely horrifying results. Don’t believe me? Ask my husband. He was there.
You do NOT want to see me off my meds.
So if nothing else, I got a really good laugh out of my session, and I may have scared my psychologist – just a tad.