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juldeaWell, I'm back at work. I had a nice 2.5 hour break of running errands and being questioned, and now I'm back, with 7-layer burrito in hand. Thanks to the idiots at Hastings right now, I didn't make it to Pad Thai before they closed at 2:30, and therefore no thai food. This makes Julia sad. :(
So today I went to see the psychiatrist, the one who has an MD and can say "You need medication". Y'know, upon hearing the name "Dr. McNeil", I wasn't expecting a small arabic dude. He was alright, I just did a double-take upon entering. We talked for a while, and he was a lot easier to talk to than Don (not David, which I keep calling him for some reason, but Don). He asked me a lot of questions about "what is different this time than the normal over the past 5 years," but those are the kinds of questions I have problems with. I don't remember details of how depressed I was when I was 15, I just know I was cutting myself with a razor blade. =P But, basically, we talked about how I was definitely at least [insert the word here, it starts with d and sounds kind of like dyspepsia], which isn't depression but it's a state where for all your life your mood hovers and wavers just below average ("good"), with some minor dips but never deep shots into depression. However, it's possible that (yay) I get to be diagnosed with a "Major Depressive Disorder" right now. Anyway, he gave me some Zoloft with strict instructions on how much to take when (only 1 for the first three days, etc) and told me to come back on the 26th (I don't think that's giving anything away to the dark party kids, they already know I'll be at least that late).
The weirdest part, however, was this: near the end of all this talking, he mentioned that certain physical things could be a factor. Now, I hadn't mentioned anything to him about the whole thyroid thing. And he says, "It could very well be a thyroid problem, I can see your eyes look very moist and puffy [which is another documented symptom] and a few other things could point to that," and he writes me - and this is still without me saying, "oh, I had thought of that and was checking up on it" - a note of instructions to give to a doctor to get a metabolic checkup and test for levels of TSH and T4 (thyroid hormones).
Why does the world work like this? It seems like with a lot of things, I am completely oblivious to something - but the moment I find out about it, it seems the world is flooded with it. Like Moxy Früvous. ;)
Chris is leaving with a bazooka on his shoulder.
So anyway, I went to Hasting's after that and sat around for about 15 minutes before someone came to the customer service desk to help me out. Bleh. Then I went to the bursar's office to pay my bill (yay) and then to Taco Bell.
And now my burrito is done, and so is my journal entry.
So today I went to see the psychiatrist, the one who has an MD and can say "You need medication". Y'know, upon hearing the name "Dr. McNeil", I wasn't expecting a small arabic dude. He was alright, I just did a double-take upon entering. We talked for a while, and he was a lot easier to talk to than Don (not David, which I keep calling him for some reason, but Don). He asked me a lot of questions about "what is different this time than the normal over the past 5 years," but those are the kinds of questions I have problems with. I don't remember details of how depressed I was when I was 15, I just know I was cutting myself with a razor blade. =P But, basically, we talked about how I was definitely at least [insert the word here, it starts with d and sounds kind of like dyspepsia], which isn't depression but it's a state where for all your life your mood hovers and wavers just below average ("good"), with some minor dips but never deep shots into depression. However, it's possible that (yay) I get to be diagnosed with a "Major Depressive Disorder" right now. Anyway, he gave me some Zoloft with strict instructions on how much to take when (only 1 for the first three days, etc) and told me to come back on the 26th (I don't think that's giving anything away to the dark party kids, they already know I'll be at least that late).
The weirdest part, however, was this: near the end of all this talking, he mentioned that certain physical things could be a factor. Now, I hadn't mentioned anything to him about the whole thyroid thing. And he says, "It could very well be a thyroid problem, I can see your eyes look very moist and puffy [which is another documented symptom] and a few other things could point to that," and he writes me - and this is still without me saying, "oh, I had thought of that and was checking up on it" - a note of instructions to give to a doctor to get a metabolic checkup and test for levels of TSH and T4 (thyroid hormones).
Why does the world work like this? It seems like with a lot of things, I am completely oblivious to something - but the moment I find out about it, it seems the world is flooded with it. Like Moxy Früvous. ;)
Chris is leaving with a bazooka on his shoulder.
So anyway, I went to Hasting's after that and sat around for about 15 minutes before someone came to the customer service desk to help me out. Bleh. Then I went to the bursar's office to pay my bill (yay) and then to Taco Bell.
And now my burrito is done, and so is my journal entry.