sometimes one really knows who his friends are. Thanks to Imyaj, and
auryn24 for the unexpected but delightfull phone calls. My sister, sent me a card out of the blue, which also made my day. I'm not going to wallow in my own self-pity "Poor me, poor me, poor me another". I know the ugly green monster is back-I slept again alot today, and alot last night..and I am determined to "face the music" and fight it...hopefully for the last battle...
Speaking of which, my little shrink session on Thrusday. I got there, and she ushered me into her cubical of an office, and I sat down on the blue couch thingy like I always do. She sat down and asked how I have been doing. Mind you, I havn't seen her since before Christmas. I told her what was going on, about being so tired, so unmotivated, not eating. Surprisingly she took notes on what i was saying, and asked alot of questions: when did it start, ect ect. ect.... I felt that as a postive, that she was really concerned. Personally I think she is going to mention it to my Dr. and see what he thinks about all of this. She agreed with me, that increasing the dosage of zoloft was probably a good thing. 150 mg, here I go! We talked about what was going on, about my brother getting hte playboy magazine in his stocking, and Karla made a profound statement, that I probably say things don't bother me, but then let them simmer and stir untill they build up.
Yeah, I'd say that would be a good observation.
I would write more, but Iam starting to fall alsleep