DDD---Docs, drugs, and dick-head! 
Last of the round of doctor visits for awhile. I'm going to live - whether I want to or not!
No major health concerns, at least nothing another drug can't cure. My psychiatrist has turned me over to my family doc. Says I'm as normal as I'll ever get (that's a fucking scary thought) and that I am the most normal one in my family that she's met (dick-head and oldest daughter and me) (that's an even more fucking scary thought!!)
Supposed to get a mammogram. Told doc it was duly noted. If anyone in the healthcare field reads this, can you answer one question for me? Why can't we just get an MRI instead of a mammogram. If there's a "blip" on your mammo, you have to get an ultrasound, then when the same "blip" shows up, you have to get an MRI. Why not just do the damn MRI to start with and save everyone lots of time and emotional turmoil?
Going to start weaning me off of one of my anti-depressants. Scares the daylights out of me. What if I crater again? They've been wanting to do this for awhile now, but I've kept putting it off. So I guess it's time. Two week intervals of dosing down until I'm totally off. Be on the lookout for the crazy woman who lives inside of my head!
Dick-head (God, I love that name. Thanks to all of you that suggested it!) e-mails me that he's put $ in our 7 yo's education fund. Don't get me wrong, I want her to have an education fund. But with our divorce issues, lawyer fees, unusual and extraordinary medical expenses so far this year, not to mention daughter in college whose education fund is used up, etc, etc, you would think the idiot would realize that $ isn't exactly extra.
I felt guilty for so many years for not loving my husband. I'm so over that. He's a complete stranger to me now. I never thought I'd say anything bad to say about him - he's pretty inocuous. Now I'm referring to him as dick-head. How sad that 27 years together, 24 years of marriage, comes down to this.
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About the antideppressants: If you start slipping, you can go back on them (((hugs))). Been there, done that :)
Mail them to me.....I need to up my dose!
I say, "How do you unless you try?" So, wean off the anti-depressant. It might be scary, it might surprise you. You're not going to do it alone, so if there is a problem and you do need to go back on them or stay at a certain dosage, it'll be done. As far as you calling "dick head" by that name, well right now it is the fitting name. You probably called him other names in the past, you may call hime other names in the future, but if the name fits now then you are calling him the right name. (You know, if the shoe fits, etc.) Do you realize that you vent just a little every time you call him that? Maybe it won't matter someday...maybe you won't care... maybe then the name will change. If not, so what? By then, you'll have other things you'll be more interested in and caring about.