The Journey Continues—Or Begins AGAIN

Finally, seven months after requesting a neuropsychological eval, getting a couple official diagnoses, and finally getting a psychiatric NP, and finally getting the results back from genetic testing to determine the best choice of Rx, after 11 years being off antidepressants, I am back on them.

I don’t count the Wellbutrin I started (and stopped) earlier this year as anything other than yet another failure—and technically, the 11 year statement still applies. 

So far I have 2 doses in, and too early to tell. Plenty of abdominal discomfort and gastric distress, but that should pass in a week or two—and if it doesn’t, hey, maybe I might lose some weight. Who knows. Pigs can fly too, right? 

Today I’m heading into NYC for my regular cardiologist appt. It is almost like old times—just with an N95. 

As always, now-a-days, I just hope I don’t catch COVID or something worse by going to the doctor’s office.