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my diagnonsense might be getting changed. again. for the, what, 8th time in my life?
med change to follow.
maybe i'm normal under all of this and the meds are what's making me crazy?
there were mumblings of antipsychotics and being told about how they've changed a lot since the last time i was on them (pleasegodnothorazineorhaldoli'drathereatmyownface). at one point i felt like i fell backwards into the ground and everything was all trainspotting style even though i was sort of expecting it.
and she wants to treat my ADD (properly), but not until we get me "stable" first. she stole me from my nurse practitioner because she was intrigued and didn't think i was being treated correctly. neither do i, really.
i dunno how i feel about all of this. i don't like being right because i'm not an optimist so my outlook is grim. or maybe i am because i don't like being right? quandry quandry quandry.
i just don't know. feh. my house still stinks and i don't know why. i think there's food rotting somewhere.
and frosties come in vanilla now.