|Sep 13 2009|
I posted the other day that I was upset that the MD wouldn't release me to work. I have been thinking about it and have begun to question whether or not I really can work. My ego says yes, but I have to remember that the reason I quit my last job was due to the fact I didn't feel safe practicing my profession. What makes me think I'm "all better" now? Not only am I on the same meds, I'm on more than I was then. I am dopey most of the time. Some days I take my meds and I don't notice a thing. Other days, I can barely keep my eyes open. How am I going to work consistently? I will discuss this with my NP and get her take on it. The only reason in the world I even took the job is because we are broke. However, with some changes, we will be OK without my income. Really, we will. I know I need to concentrate on getting myself well, but I still feel like a failure. I really don't think I can work. I really don't. I feel really bad that I took a job when there are so many questions as to my ability to perform. Why did I do that? Oh, yes. That implusiveness that haunts me. I think I'm going to take a nap.
One last entry for awhile, it seems.
Waiting for The Worms
Sleep, the best medicine
Tired of the Angry (Warning! Pity Party)
Pissed at husband. Again.
MD appointment, disappointed.
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