Wednesday was Call Day, which is the one day of the month when I play bailiff, and although I've gotten much better at it in the last year, it's still a little stressful. Then I had a co-worker have a hissy fit at me (I think as a stand-in for the rest of the world) and give me work that she didn't feel she could do impartially. So I fell off the non-smoking wagon. :-(
Thursday was an appointment with my regular doc to see if she'd be willing to take over prescribing my Lexapro. My neurologist was responsible for it, but it costs $500 to see him, and even if I only pay $60 of it, add in driving time, cost of gas, cost of parking and it adds up quickly. In addition, the county is self-insured and I'd like not to be the straw that broke the county's back. Dr. J was willing to prescribe Lexapro for me, but when I asked about an increase, she said I'm at the maximum safe dosage. So she put me on 5 milligrams of Wellbutrin, and asked me to come back in 6 weeks.
I went in to work, did the Orders from Call Day, which the judge has to sign, and came home and slept. I'm not proud of that bout of self-pity, but it happened and now it's over and I'm moving on. Moving on was helped immeasurably by a phone call from my friend Doc, who has been my friend since second grade--she's getting married, and she graciously acceded to my demand to be the clerk who signs her marriage license.
Three of us had drinks after work Friday night and had fun. I'm still looking forward to Universal with Captain Crossword and the Princesses, and meeting Jen and John from Cakewrecks, and yes, my friend Donna backed up the wagon so I can climb back on. So life is far from awful, and I have many, many, lots of things to which I look forward.
2 comments:
Doc told me to tell you that you made her day as well :-)
Congratulations again, and it was so good to see you today!
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