Thought I would be able to retry TMS, but can’t afford the copay this time.
I get up at 5:00 a.m. to take meds so that that they click in before work. Sometimes they don’t work. On those days, I try to cope by venting on Daylio to myself. Sometimes, that helps.
I have an exceedingly understanding boss, fortunately, for the first time. He lets me work part-time and come in when I can.
I don’t get what my hangup is -in what part of life, on what subject(s), in what frame of mind. This kind of reminds me of Tugging Buddha’s Ear to comprehend what I’m missing.
On Thursday I’ll tell the doctor, this is some kind of depression rising from the ashes of what I thought had been fixed.
Well, I didn’t get the chance to express myself to him, because he has been hammering on me to try getting trademarked Wellbutrin from a Canadian pharmacy (to lower costs).
Sometimes I really wonder if the point of psychiatry is to take advantage of a patient’s low threshold and whip him/her into drug company slavery. I mean, who is it they’re serving?
There, I said it.
Lo Scriviti 