How did my session with a new psychiatrist go? Interesting...
This particular doctor--from here on to be known as "Dr. Prattle"--is thorough. Very thorough. Dr. Prattle is the type who analyzes every word coming out of a patients mouth. After extensive exploration into my past/present/future, my awkward ability to survey a room and maintain eye contact simultaneously, and (of course) choice of words when answering one of the thousand questions he advanced, he ended our inaugural session with a lengthy summation of what could possibly be my problem and how to advance with medication and counseling.
I've only spent two hours with the man and I hate him already.
Mid-session he proposed that I go off effexor xr and start prozac. NOT happening. Prozac is for housewives, cubical workers and hypochondriacs NOT people like me with drug-resistant depression AND anxiety. I think someone needs to reread his medication literature.
As for my sudden and extreme drop in mood over the past six weeks... It turns out my sleeping pills (prescribed by my not-so-enthusiastic GP) can make depression worse. Worse. Make that two someones who need to reread their medication literature. ACK!
At least I now know I am not as crazy as I thought. (That last sentence was awkward).
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