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100 Sad Days: Day 14; A Trip to the Vet

And by vet I obviously mean human vet (doctor)..

So regular readers know I made an appointment to see my doctor ten days after actually needing to see her.  Well one of my friends fought my corner and got me seen the next day (thanks missy).

When I first started on this medication I thought it would be a short term thing and then I would be fixed and back on track.  So going to the doctor to explain I was having more bad days than good was not in my plans.

The result of my trip was that  the doctor recommended I got a job I actually liked and she doubled my medication.  She is right but it's easier said than done on the work front.  Double meds for the foreseeable it is then!


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  1. Anonymous1 August 2014 at 12:14

    Lu think medication for 6 months and that's with counselling. Very alone place. Am there for you. love Maureenx

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