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So, lack of focus, can't concentrate on anything, not really motivated, irregular sleep schedule, etc. - it's been like this for several months now, and it's kind of interfering with getting shit done. I went to the doctor today for a checkup, with a laundry list (have you ever seen an actual list of laundry?) of random symptoms that I've been keeping track of since last time. My current doctor isn't so much a physician as a med-bot. I go there, give her a data dump, she clicks and pecks and pulls down menus, inputting it into her tablet PC, looks at the readout, and comes back with a couple bottles or blister packs of whatever pills are being pushed these days. I guess that's fine if you're just interested in scoring drugs - I'd wager that I could get a prescription for birth control pills if I ticked off the right triggers - but for general health and such, it makes me feel pretty uneasy. But, she's right around the corner, so it's a quick walk over there, and I'm too lazy to get out the big book, get a good reference, and track down another reasonable doctor. Anyway. The diagnosis today was: depression. whut? Ding, chunk, rattle, out comes a couple of small sample bottles of Wellbutrin, and a prescription for more. I'm not super crazy about starting a regular regime of pills to make my broken brain run a little more smoothly, but I guess it'd be stupid not to give them a shot. I'd really prefer to get some kind of, you know, diagnosis for whatever's going on, maybe try to track down the source of the problem with my concentration or whatever, instead of just throwing chemicals at it. That said, I've actually been taking St. John's for a couple of weeks, just on the off chance it'd sharpen my brain up a little, but it looks like I'm not supposed to do both. Anyway. We'll see how it goes. Maybe I'll get motivated enough to get off my ass and find a real doctor. Ha!
Oh, right, I forgot the part that actually prompted this post. They're using these cool little disposable strip thermometers now, like the ones that people stick onto fish tanks. Very cool. I stole one to play with at home. New toy!
(August 23, 2004 01:51 PM)i've seen it prescribed with SSRIs but then doctors are asswarts.
thermometer nifty.
Posted by: Cindy on August 23, 2004 07:19 PMHappy eFFFFING birthday MARC! Now cheer the fuck up! You need a regularly scheduled date at the shooting range or something.
I have to get off my ass in the next 5 days and move my shit off of chorn, and then I will be harrassing you regularly with my stupid questions! Just you wait! Enough to bring tears of joy to zookeepers the world over!
Posted by: brian on August 24, 2004 01:18 PM