Maybe I Should Talk to Someone
I went to the doctor's office the other day for a new ailment that had come up. Since entering my 40's that seems to be happening more frequently than I would like. At the end of my appointment, my doctor asked if the new lower dosage of my Prozac was still helping me cope with life. I recently saw her when I came for my yearly medication review, so I knew this wasn't just a casual question to wrap up the end of my visit. It’s a small town, and your physician knows more about you than you reveal in their office. When I saw her last I thought I was doing well. I was managing my stress better, making better choices regarding what to give a f*ck about and what not to give a f*ck about (more on that another time). Now my life has completely turned on its head and I feel like I am treading water. I would prefer not to up my meds every time something new comes up, but with this specific issue I am going to need a pill, a life raft, and an occasional shot of Fireball. Her sugges...