Dad's still in the hospital.
Friends, if you wouldn't mind commenting? I lost my blog roll when I changed my layout and I need to get it back, so I need all your web addresses again.
They put filters in Dad's blood clot. He's going to better soon. This is what he needed. This is what I needed to make me feel better about that clot being there. Now I don't think he's going to die tomorrow.
I've been doing a little better as far as anxiety wise. Two xanax actually worked this time.
I forgot to mention that I talked to my psychiatrist last week. She told me there was nothing she could do for the anxiety and that she thought my adderall could've put me in a manic state. No, Lady, that's not what happened. I went down on my Lithium and up on my Geodon. That's what fucking happened.
Well, that was it for me. I'm going back to my old Lithium and Geodon dosages. I didn't have extreme anxiety on them. I'll deal with the shakes. I can't deal with the fucking anxiety.
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