I so like that idea. (read last comment left by buffalo to understand.)
So, I feel better... somewhat today.
I remember, after yesterday that I hate doctors offices. I hate the waiting, I hate the feeling like you are only allotted a little time with the doctor and you'd better get all of it in before they go.... and then inevitably you forget something.
I had blood taken and again, the vampires can't get it right. I have hidden veins and they are more to the side of my arm than the inside. So I have to direct them, and then they fish around, and then I have a welt. Oh well. My thyroid is being tested. Apparently, what I've suspected all along is true. I've suspected that the amount of activity and dieting that I have to do in order to maintain a weight that is still considered 25-30 lbs overweight is excessive.
We'll see what the tests say.
And I finally broke down and admitted to a health care professional that I don't have it together. That I try and try, and that I just can't seem to ever keep on an even keel. I do a lot of therapy and behavioral adjustments but that only keeps people happy. I'm not really happy, and in fact, I'm super anxious all the time. Apparently I measured in the severe category for anxiety.
They had me fill out a whole bunch of tests. They basically told me that I needed to take medicine because of "Bad Genes" (AKA, everyone in my family is off their rocker, or they are an addict.) So I told the Doc what my original diagnosis was (back in 2001) and that I didn't feel SAD... I felt ANXIOUS.... worried all the time. I can't even take naps in the daytime because my brain will not even stop. My body is reacting and I keep getting sick, or more prone to injury.
I am fine... most of the time... until something happens, and then I'm scared to death of everything to the point that I'm nearly paralyzed. I can come up with a million ideas but I can't seem to get any of them going. And it's taking a toll on my health.
So, I told the doc that I didn't want to take medicine because my family history indicates that everyone is an addict or off their rocker. She said that I have 'Bad Genes' so I really need to take something and she prescribed me something that isn't supposed to be addictive.
So there it is. What I've been fighting doing all this time. I have to do anyways. I don't really know how I feel about it.
Posted by hawkie at November 29, 2007 02:31 PM