About 7 months ago I did something that I never thought I would do. I went to the Doctor because I was having a hard time coping with work and personal life to the point where I thought I would loose it. My sweet, wonderful Dr. gave me a hug after seeing me & said... you are not Kerilynn... this is someone else. She prescribed me anti-depressants. A very low dosage... but just for a short time to help get me back to normal Kerilynn. CRAZY! (You would have thought I would have been on them years ago.) I'm really weird with taking medicines. I'm already on a few that I have to take daily for my P.C.O.S. (Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome)... and don't want to be on any more. I had a rough patch for about 3 months last year... and so the medicine did help out. But I don't want to be dependent on medicine to make me feel better. I can make myself feel better on my own... but it's okay to ask for medical help sometimes. Anyway, I tell you this because I asked my Dr. to wean me off the medicine... and so we did so. So I've been off it for a month... and boy i wish I had some right now.
Here's my story...
I work from 6:30am - 3pm, Monday through Friday. i woke up today to a phone call from my co-worker. She was saying that she's so sorry... she just woke up and will be an hour late. I looked at my phone and it said 4:45am... I was like,"What are you talking about, it's only 4:45am"... come to find out it was really 6:20am. My cell phone that is supposed to be satellite connected... didn't want to tell the correct time... and therefore, my alarm didn't go off at 5:30 like I planed. My work opens at 6:30... so someone has to be here to open... and I was still in bed... and my co-worker was going to be an hour late. So, I jumped out of bed, put on a pair of pants, a bra, & a sweatshirt. I didn't even brush my hair or teeth before I left. I do not like being late (to work). So now I'm all gross & want to go home so I can take a shower. It's going to be a complaining day. Oh well.
Before I end my tangent of the day... I have one last thing to complain about... smoking.
I know many people who smoke... a just a handful of people who are close to me. I wish they would stop. I know it's a personal choice... but in the end... is it worth the risk? I don't think so. There are 3 people who are very close to me who have this bad habit... and I pray that one day they'll quit. It's because I care... not because I'm trying to be controlling. (I have many bad habbits... being a bitch is one of them... so by no means am I saying that I'm perfect or better then anyone who smokes. i just wanted to set the record straight.)Recent events have made me very passionate about this subject. I've been dealing with a friend who's turned to smoking recently for stupid reasons. I just hope they quit before they cannot stop. Almost everyone I know who smokes say that they can quit at any time... well... this friend of mine can't even go 2 day's without a cancer stick. Sad. Very sad. I'm really hurt by this... I know I shouldn't be... but I am.
I weaned myself off my "drugs" (prescribed by my Dr.'s)... so other can wean themselves off their drugs too.
Anyway... I think I've vented enough for now. I don't like complaining on my blog... because I don't think it's very attractive to read... but today I made an exception. Thank you all for letting me vent. Hopefully tomorrow I will be back to my happy go lucky self.
7 comments:
i have often wanted to be on anti depressants. more for my anxiety issues. we all have bad days girl. hope the rest was better.
love you girl! SOrry you you had such a bad day. i hate drugs too...
KL, I know you already know how much I heart you, but it is always good to be reminded. And if it makes you feel any better, my doctor just prescribed me Flomax, which if you didn't know, is for men with prostate problems. It is somewhat humiliating to be on a grandpa medicine, but on the other hand, maybe they will make me the new Flomax spokesman--meet the new face of Flomax, it's not just for men over 60--I could be kayaking or running on a beach. Doesn't that sound amazing. Anyway, now that I've rambled on and on, I'll end with this: Bad days exist so that we can identify and appreciate the truly good ones.
First,Thank you for updating your blog! Second, I concur, smoking is gross! and Third, I love you!
I originally came over here to renege on your offer of peace. I miss our four-year-old feud that I didn’t know existed until recently. However my legal counsel advised me against it.
So we’re feud-less, for the time being.
Side note: Kevin has the prostate of an 80-year-old man. That’s a shame. It’s a good thing I called dibbs.
I'm sorry you had a rough day, believe me I've had a few of those lately (refer to blog). Sometimes I have to stop, take a second to breath and count my blessings. One bad day just means you are one step closer to an awesome day! Hope that awesome day will happen soon. Love ya!
Sorry you had such a bad day. I hope it did get better, and OK, OK, OK, I think I'm one of those three smokers...I hear you and I love you for speaking your mind. I will really try for 2008. Love, MA
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