|May 25 2009|
So I finally went to docotor. The whole night before I couldn't sleep which is not normal for me. I actually got no sleep at all! Then I called off from work. Yeah didn't even attempt to go and try to get off early for the appmt. I just didn't go. I was so anxious, and I don't even know. So I get in a little fight with my boyfriend before I go, but nonetheless finally get out the door. I get there and all my pre verification forums for my insurance was not filled out so they made me call, and that you all know how that shit went. By that time I had missed over half the fucking apptm. So the lady takes me in her office and I'm ready to have as usual a freaking nervous breakdown! She starts to ask her questions (we don't have much time) I start to answer them as honestly as possible. It ends with lexapro for 2 wks., then I will start lamictal (used for bipolar 1) which I will continue with the lexapro, and 10 /0.5mg kolonopin (like that should help). Of course recommendation for therapy which I know need. WOW!! The Visit.
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