Tuesday, February 28, 2006

quandary

I'm meeting with my shrink next week. Should I...

a) press for a change in anti-depressant medication, so that I am able to continue in my nowhere job for X more years?

b) advocate discontinuing anti-depressants, in the hope that I am knocked off my 'complacency can' and prompted to give my life the hard re-evaluation it so desperately needs?

c) ask for a renewal of weekly visits?

d) b and c

Feel free to weigh in.

16 comments:

Crucible said...

Dicey area to make recommendations. Is there a way to do b and c with an a safety net?

Jason said...

how about e) find out from your dr., where a friend of yours can go since he was in a mental hospital and now has to see a midwife along with his bulldog, "Lula" for his help.

tornwordo said...

I don't know you well enough to make any recommendations. I'm generally anti-pill though (for myself - bad experience with Zyban, aka, Wellbutrin)

Adorable Girlfriend said...

Option D: None of the Above.

Instead you meet a new hot doctor over cocktails while blowing off the appointment. You go back to his place and shtup his brains out and he gives you a whole new meaning of life and love.

Anonymous said...

you're Lola

Natasha said...

D) Go to Stayner and get drunk with your sister-in-law, while she teaches you lessons of life.

The Persian said...

hm...meds help you deal with a job you hate??

I need meds then, cause im dying over here. ugh

your judgemental aunt said...

I would suggest buying a PVR (TIVO for our American friends) then record The View and Martha everyday along with other daytime programs of you choice. This way you will be so busy watching TV you will forget about being sad.

Also get rid of all your sad music. (i.e. The Smiths, Depressed Mode, etc.)

Finally, buy me something...a smile on my face will put a smile on yours!

Dead Robot said...

I say you join "Up With People" and dance and sing your cares away!!

Guh. Its Wednesday. I got nothing.

Carrie said...

stop hanging out with depressed people like me and clack, for starters, then join a gym and actually GO, then get the fuck out of your apt more often and not just to go to the bathhouse, but to go to a socially EPT place where you can meet interesting people....and look for men your age or older, give up the dream for some young hottie, its beyond that. apply everywhere you can think of for a new job then when you get one, tell the "W" to shove it up their arses....that's for starters...when this is done, call me and we'll talk more. :)
(hugs big red, you're so darn cute, you need to be happy...i know, i know "look who's talking")

George Larson said...

I would suggest that you drill a hole in the floor with your scone and beat the migits with flourescent mouseware.

madamerouge said...

Such diverse and robust opinions! Oh, my.

Crucie: yes, lots of supervision.

Jimmy: we already tried, you tool!

Tornwordo: sensible

AG: I think doctors like to meet other doctors, but I like where you're going with this

anonymous: no, you're Lola!

Natasha: god I loves ya

pGuy: embrace the new era... better living through pharmaceuticals and consumer debt!

yja: I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I’m miserable now


dead: I'd rather join "Hooray for Everything" (from The Simpsons)

mitz: I've been to the tubs once in 12 months. I do try and apply for jobs. And I prefer guys my own age. Everything else you've called me on... you've got a point.

j0rge: you rule

teh l4m3 said...

Say yes to pills. You cannot go wrong with more of them.

Nölff said...

I like the pills that keep me from thinking that I am invisible.

madamerouge said...

teh: I just knew we were brothers from different mothers.

nölff: what pillz would those be?

Heidi the Hick said...

Dying my hair pink really helped but it's very high maintenance. I think the pills suck. But that's just me: reality is for people who can't handle drugs.