I went to the doctor on Wednesday and she prescribed me Sarafem or fluoxetine hydrochloride, better known as a generic Prozac. She also took blood (and I didn’t pass out or anything) to check for thyroid disease (they do that for everyone, right?) and gave me the phone number for “someone to talk to”.
Right. Because if I had time to go to a doctor’s appointment once a week during normal business hours and felt confident that I could have someone watch my kids without having to make anybody take time off work and rearrange their lives for my personal issues I wouldn’t be this fucking freaked out in the first place.
Anyway, I started the medicine yesterday. I’ll let you know how it goes. They say it takes a while to kick in. I’ve had a great week, but of Tammy and her kids have been here to keep us busy and keep me company. Let’s see how I handle leaving the kids for four days next weekend. Ha! Just kidding. I’ll be the drunk girl throwing the party on the airplane. I love my children, but I need this break.