I've been fall down, out of my mind, exhausted lately.
I got my blood drawn yesterday, one week after starting the dreaded Tegretol. They took four vials. I didn't realize it was so serious. I wonder if something is off with my blood work and that's why I'm tired.
Of course I'm preparing for the worst.
Nope. Want to know what the worst is right now? Arriving home after a long ass day at work to a letter from my psychiatrist saying he's leaving and opening his own practice. Good for him. I could go with him if I wanted but his office is wicked far and it's just not attainable.
At the bottom of the letter it was all, But don't worry. You can see Dr. C or Dr. W in his place. Both whom I've seen already and aren't worth my time.
What the fuck am I going to do?
Of course this had to happen. Things are moving along, moving along, I'm getting results from a doctor who seems to really give a shit.
Mid-January I'm screwed.
Welcome to my life.