A Rose By Any Other Name…

I managed to drag myself to the doctor today…. I was supposed to go Monday but didn’t, and then yesterday I missed my doc ’cause he had weird times… so I went today. I explained how my energy is better but the pain isn’t. The pain is different though, it’s not the same as it was in June when this all started. He said that was a good sign.

I told him how the prescription makes me feel, and the weird dreams it makes me have. Etc etc. In the end he decided we were on the right path… which I have to agree with. This is the first prescription that has made any improvement. SO HE DOUBLED MY DOSE!!! Ugh. Doubled. He told me to stock up on Coca-Cola… bastard. I was hoping he could at least give me a clue as to something I could do to make my stomach feel better.

So I went into London Drugs with my prescription. Now, before the pharmacist had even put my name into the computer or anything he remembered I’d had this prescription before, and that it was for pain not depression. That was almost a month ago! I’m impressed, seriously. The prescription is going to cost $70 though. Ugh. That sucks. And since I only have two days worth left guess who’s going to have to do some nice begging to her dad! At least for something like this he usually jumps right in to help, because obviously it’s needed.

The pharmacist just called though, they don’t have enough pills to fill my order. Oh Lord. LMAO. That makes me feel like crap ’cause I need that many, ugh. But I have enough for a couple days so he said tomorrow afternoon they’ll have ‘em in, so it’s all good.

In other news I forgot to put my phone on silence last night. I have the alarm set to take my pill in the morning but I take it when Stuart leaves ’cause that always wakes me up, so I only need the alarm on weekends. Well it was in the living room so Stuart came in and gave me a kiss to wake me up and reminded me to take it. It was cute. And then I had to actually get up though, ’cause my brother had a driving test at 9:30 and being the awesome big sister that I am, and since I was the only one available, I took him.

He failed. But he knows what went wrong so he’ll get in next time, I’m sure. And to make up for my having to get up so early he left me his laptop today (he’s out working with a friend) and bought me Subway for lunch!

I forgot to mention a very important thing in my last post… the Prozac is making me have lots of really weird dreams. Every night I have three or four that I remember when I wake up… who knows how many I have that I don’t remember. The other night I had a dream that a tax monster was after me for not filing last year. :\ LMAO. It was the weirdest God damned thing. It’s been driving me nuts for the last couple weeks.

I really hate this… my eyes are bloodshot every night, I can’t concentrate, I have trouble breathing… I don’t think the Prozac is working.