Meeeedication now - come on! (sing in tune with the song "Celebration")

So I have been on medication now for 2 1/2 weeks I think and I have been feeling fabulous. I can't help but think am I manic now or is this how normal people feel for the most part. I am happy most of the time. I wake up happy and smiling and I go through my day smiling. No more fits of anger for no reason and I am calm and patient. Life is great. I still have some social anxiety. I walk around feeling like I'm a big dork most of the time but hopefully that will lessen in time. Well I still might actually be a big dork but I would like to become oblivious to it.

There was a fiasco about the medication just the other day. There's nothing like a shrink making his patient feel crazy. I refilled one medication for the 3rd time and the other two medications a second time. He increased my dosage at a previous session and then needed to prescribe more at this last one. However in his head he was calling it one medication and writing it out for another. When I picked up the prescription this time he had written it out for what he was calling it. Confusing right? Not as confusing as me trying to explain the mistake to him, the pharmacist, and the receptionist at the shrinks office, who was I think the root of the problem. I wish I could pull the "conversation log" out of my head so you could see, how the people trying to help me, were actually making me seem crazier than I am. Everything is now correctly prescribed and the pharmacy even took back the medication.

Okay, I'm off to start the rest of my day - with a smile!

Well Now...

Ava is completely weened. We had one night of hyperventilating, the next night she passed out on the way home from a friends house in the car, and the third we had a little bit of her smacking me on the boobs for a few minutes but she got the idea it wasn't happening. So yesterday I had a revaluation for medication with the psychiatrist. At first he was going to put me on Haldol because I told him one of my compulsions was plucking my eyebrows but he confused that with me having the need to pull out hair. I had to explain to him that I was obsessed with making my eyebrows look perfect to obsessed with the actual pulling out the hair. Instead he gives me some other anti psychotic medication and a sleeping pill for night time and an anti depressant for the daytime. How nice, I'm a lunatic. I know that these medications have proven helpful with OCD but the prescription information lists a lovely concoction of uses. The psychiatrist then tells me "we'll start with these and add on if we need to" WTF!!!??? How freaking crazy am I? I know I'm only moderate and I really want to get better but part of me feels like a failure needing the medication. Well we'll see how it goes. It's really the only thing I can do.

No Damien is still not potty trained. His poor teachers try every day he's there, as well, to no avail. I have "that" kid. I would like all the people that have given me their horror stories because they have made me feel better and assured me I'm not the only one. To all of those who say "Really? Are you doing this, this and that? My child was potty trained the day he turned 18 months!", go fuck yourselves. Luckily there are very few of those people.

Hope everyone had a nice holiday.