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30 Days of Blogging… Day 8: A Photo that Makes You Angry/Sad… I wasn’t sure what to do for this one. Why would I want to look at pictures that make me angry or sad? When it comes to the picture posts of this particular meme I want to stick to my own pictures if I can, so I was trying to figure out what I could use for this day. And then I remembered… Keep reading…30 Days of Blogging…Day 8…
I’m down to the last few pills of Strattera. Which means I have been on this med for two months now. I was supposed to give it four to six weeks to see results. The results of this prescription? THERE ARE NONE. Failed prescription number SEVEN. I don’t currently have an appointment scheduled with my psychiatrist. I keep forgetting to call. I’ll need to make one before the month is over because I’m out of… Keep reading…Cut from a magazine…
This is what $90 looks like. It doesn’t amount to much. The SEVEN blue pills were $45 alone. The other 30 pills were another $45. Because they are a name brand prescription. Federated Insurance is FABULOUSLY CRAPTASTIC insurance. Remind me that $90 is better than $290.18. Because that’s what I would have paid WITHOUT the insurance. Being crazy is expensive. This one? Is Strattera. “But wait a minute…” You might be saying… “Didn’t we already… Keep reading…There and back again…
After being diagnosed with ADHD, so many things from my past made so much more sense. Off hand, I can’t really pinpoint specific instances, but a lot of things just make sense to me that I never understood about myself. Why I handled things the way I did in school and at work. Why I struggled with certain aspects of my daily life that never made any sense in my head. That diagnosis brought me… Keep reading…The past knows what you did…
I was supposed to go back to the psychiatrist tomorrow (today?) for my med-check on the Ritalin experiment. But I got a voicemail from Dr. Meyers’ office today saying that they’d had a death in the family and all of their appointments for Friday, July 30th were being moved to Wednesday, August 4th. That’s unfortunate. In more ways than one. It just prolongs my frustration with the failure of the Ritalin. I quit taking it… Keep reading…No promises, no demands…
When Bob and I got married, all was right in the world. Small as our wedding was, it was perfect. But we were missing one little thing…one…minor detail…a celebration with family and friends. And without that, there did feel like a small piece of the puzzle was missing. We never wanted a big wedding, especially not the ceremony. I agonized over a lot of things, some necessary, most not, because that’s just the way my… Keep reading…Today and Every Day…