Lady Doc (who goes by a nickname that makes me want to rub my legs together and make chirping noises in the summertime) managed to decide, after a very brief chat, that I am "way beyond her level of expertise" and referred me to a psychologist. She did agree with me, before turfing me to the shrink, that my meds were not working (yay for you on that 10+ years of med school, your parents must be soooo proud) and decided to go "old school" (yeah, she said that) and tank me up on some Pro*zac until the shrink could get a hold of me.
And by Pro*zac I mean something like 50mg of Pro*zac once a day (with permission to take it 2 times a day if I was "really in need".)
So, in my mind I heard the following from Lady Doc:
"You are completely kooky and I cannot help you and/or I am afraid you will sneak up the stairwell* and poke my eyes out with a 21 gauge strait needle as I am doing a pelvic exam on some one's grandma."
(*My ob/gyn is located directly above the lab, hence the reason why I point towards the sky whenever I say coochie doc, be it at work or home. And admittedly, when I am at home it is a little weird to say GYNO(!) and point to the ceiling fans.)
On a funny note, the shrink I've been referred to is named Mimi. I cannot pronounce her last name, so I refer to her as Mimi Smartypants. Oooh yeah!
Please stay tuned for the next episode of "OMG! They think I'm as nuts as I think I am (finally)!"
I am waiting for the moment the shrink asks me, "Well how does that make you feel?" and I punch her in the face and reply, "Yup- about like THAT!"
--The Milk Maid says she would never sneak up a stairwell (she would scale the side of the building!)
4/1/09
Apparantly, I'm Really Wacky
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So apparently the new found crazies that we're embracing are prompting you to blog more often. Don't forget to pretend to be a piece of sizzling bacon while laying on the white couch..that ALWAYS freaks em out. You're on my mind constantly butthead. Love you.
I *hate* it when medical professionals make you feel crazy. Sorry, MM. Hope you feel less wacky soon.
Thanks a lot for making me choke on a sip of wine so as not to wake the husband!
I remember the Proz, the Welbutrin, the Celexa, and others I can't remember or spell correctly. My (not) favorite,whichever it was,reminded me of a step-ladder,made me so sleepy and lethargic after the morning dose but didn't do shiz to help me sleep at night. That pill was great fun considering I had a 6 month old who was able to survive the day on 2 hours of sleep.
If I had the energy at the time, I would have erected an altar in honor of the nurse prac. who thought to check my thyroid levels after I had what I thought to be a heart attack while nursing my 2nd daughter. I crawled to my front door so the paras could get in.
I didn't receive a trophy for my higher than the highest over-active thyroid level ever recorded, but I did get a handy dandy RX for 3 years to get that naughty gland back in line.
Ame in TN
Like Anon, I hated the Welbutrin, et al ad nauseum.
Got me some Lexapro last year and started mixing it with Xanax - I can finally have conversations with coworkers without having to keep my hands in my pockets - cuz I'd choke me a bitch.
Serenity now.
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