Yesterday was my doctor appointment to see how I was doing on the depression medication.
The whole day I wanted to run. I wanted to avoid the appointment. Make up some excuse of why I couldn’t go and cancel for another day or even another week.
I didn’t. I went. I filled out the paperwork. I waited.
Waited.
Waited.
And waited…
By the time the doctor came, my anxiety had lessen.
I’d been on the medication for three weeks. I notice a slight change in my mood. But honestly, I am so tired all the time I don’t care. I just want to sleep. I just want to skip work and sleep. So, he changed my medication. This anti-depressant apparently has a different ingredient that will give me energy.
Guess the doctor feels this one will be better. I don’t have to go back for three months.
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