Without fanfare, I went to my specialist. I don't know why I hardly told anyone where I was going... didn't even mention it to my folks when I visited them. The appointment didn't go too hot, or at least from my point of view it wasn't good.
The doctor was alarmed at my response to the query of, "tell me honestly how are you feeling?" I replied, "I'm a big, fat, EFFing failure." He said he didn't want me to talk about myself like that, and I replied, "Why not? It's as authentic of an emotion as any. I could understand gaining weight if I were eating bucked upon bucket of fried chicken, or pizza or bagels or anything else which I'd prefer." Imagine what he'd think of my mood/emotional state if I actually told him, "No, no. Today's a good day. Most days, before my feet hit the floor, I think to myself, "Oh shit, I didn't die in my sleep."
Plan of action: We're going to explor Topamax for my migraines/obesity/depression. I am a bit concerned though, considering it is an Rx also given to epileptics. Needless to say I've got to Google it more thoroughly.
Question: Is this a fair enough trade-off? Possible kidney stones and foggy mental state, rather than having an extra 100 pounds on your frame? Kinda reminds me of the early 1990s when a doctor wanted to put me on Redux. When I read the pamphlets for the drug, some of the side effects included "Spontaneous lung collapse... or death." Quite the message received. Better dead than fat.
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