I went to an appointment last week to discuss the results of my colonoscopy and to review some recent blood work. I walked (ran) out before seeing the doctor. The waiting room was SO full and my panic kicked in and I just HAD to get out of there. FAST.
One of his nurses called me yesterday and said HE said that from now on when I come in I will get taken right back to a room. Wasn't that nice of him? Yeah, I thought so, too. I rescheduled and I just got home from seeing him.
I already knew how the colonoscopy had turned out. I wasn't very optimistic about the blood work. I know I haven't been eating right or taking my meds on time. I was surprised (there's that word again) to hear that things weren't as bad as I feared.
My sugar level was okay. My bad cholesterol was good, but my good cholesterol wasn't. Anyone know how to make that better? I suppose I could call and ask. Duh. My cell counts were good as were my kidneys and liver.
We had some extra time and since I had basically burst out in tears when he walked into the room, we discussed my increasing anxiety and the return of mood swings. He's given me a prescription to start back up on Lexipro, and anti-depressant, anti-anxiety drug.
I had been proud of myself for being able to go off all my psyche meds at the end of last year. On the other hand, I know I've been having problems again. Maybe this won't be long term and maybe I won't have to have more added.
I know this will be good news to hubby. (Grin.)