I can’t believe I am writing about this. It is somewhat embarrassing, but as you all know, I am as real as real gets! I had an appointment with my internist on Friday AM. He is this cute little guy, only a few years older than me, 3 kids, 5′4″ and about 150 lbs. I could pick him up and put him in my big ol’ 5′9″ pocket. But he is good for someone like me, yeah I said someone like me.

First strike, I’m a nurse. Second strike, I am outspoken, loud and opinionated. I know that is hard to believe, but I am telling the truth. LOL! Third strike, I have a BioPsychology degree and know all about mental health, medications that go along with it and therapeutic strategies. Why then can I not “fix” myself? Who the hell knows.

So Friday AM, rainy, tired from work the day before, 14 hours or so, stressed about what needed to be accomplished that day, and quite honestly just plain old worn down from this crazy life that has been mine for the last 2 and a 1/2 years. In I walk to the doctors office, Dr. Shorty Pants comes in and asks if his 7 year old daughter can come in for our visit, she was with daddy for the day, spring break. He has no clue what I am there for, I say ok, always wanting to make everyone happy.

Here we go, flood gates open and I am trying with all my force to keep all those freakin’ tears back. Thank the sweet lord he could see the angst on my face and asked his daughter to leave the room. I went through an entire box of kleenex’s, 2 glasses of water, and 40 minutes of my very kind doctors day. Why was I so upset? I..have..no..idea! I was there to discuss my anxiety issues, I feel like an elephant is on my chest some days, I swear I am going to stroke out one day. Anywho, I was questioning medication, or a partial lobotomy. The Big Guy will tell you the latter would work better.

After all this boo hooing and blubbering on, trying to shoot down every possible suggestion he had, I told you he was good for someone like me, I agreed to try Effexor XR. It is an SNRI, he thinks I have a serotonin issue, I think I have a damn brain issue! I started the ding dang medicine right away, gulped it down with a big ass diet coke, called The Big Guy to let him know I was officially crazy and now on this medicine, cried hysterically for another hour, had a root canal finished and 2cavities filled, apparently my teeth now suck too, and headed home to research the medicine. Please show me some reason not to take it. Nothing good, so I decided to be compliant.

Hip hip hooray, it works. Now, normally the medicine would take about 3 weeks to see a full difference, but since I was on a different medication already, I am really not all that freakin’ crazy, I will feel the effect quicker. Not to mention, prescription meds hit me hard!

Getting back to the present, oh hell yeah it works. I had 2 bowls of cereal spilled, 3 messes of juicy dog shit, 2 temper tantrums, could not find my keys, watched The Babe try to eat The Big Guy’s deodorant and stepped in a puddle of piss, who knows who it is from, with brand new socks on. Did I lose it? Did my chest explode and my eyeballs roll around in my head till I couldn’t see anything but red? Nope, I just cleaned the stuff up, checked if poison control was necessary, kept looking for the keys, and wore tennis shoes with no socks.

Is that an accomplishment, you ask? For someone LIKE me, damn skippy!!!!

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