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I really hope that this story translates the way it played out and that it's funny to someone other than me. So I go to 7-11 on Saturday night because they have a RedBox in there. I also go to get drinks for Libby and Me. I am at the check out place and a man walks into the store and says "Psycho Shanon in the house." (I was in my wrapped car). So I turn around, give him a high five, and ask his name. Do you know what he said? IAN!!! So of course I do the "Ian...Ian...do you know what they told… Continue

I realized that I haven't blogged this week. I've got so much to tell you. I went to the doctor on monday. Libby went with me to help me make sure I didn't leave any of the details out. He says that I have something called Bipolar 2. He changed my medicines again which has really screwed my week up. I have been dizzy and nauseous since Monday. This new medicine is called Abilify and it makes you super duper fatigued. I mean it's worse than Benadryl or anything else that has ever made me sleepy.… Continue

I did email the doctor and he says that we need an extended appointment to discuss my problems. I took my last Cymbalta and Zoloft today, so I'm hoping we can figure something out today. I'm fine with going in to see him now that HE told me to. But that woman who answered the phone the other day and told me that I needed to make an appointment and started reading off of my medical notes just made mad. I don't need random woman telling me what I said in my last appointment, questioning what I'm s… Continue

Nope. i didn't call the doctor yesterday. I was really hoping to find his correct email address and resend the email I tried sending to him over the weekend, but I couldn't find the address. Why is it so hard to call and talk to my doctor or his nurse? It's kind of like he's going to see me naked or something. You know how you dread going to the OB because they are going to see your most private areas? To them it's just another va-jay-jay, but to you it's YOURS! It's the special one that they ar… Continue

Lesson learned the hard way this past week. I wrote an email to my doctor expaining to him why I'm convinced that my antidepressants aren't working. All the details. About the crying, insecurities, obsessions, anxieties...everything. I keep checking my email over the weekend looking for a reply. I get one. From someone named John telling me I have the wrong email address. John sent his reply to me from his iPhone, so… Continue