When I saw my psychiatrist yesterday I sat in a regular office chair. It's not like the movies where you lay on a modern sofa while the doctor takes notes on a legal pad. He doesn't say uh huh uh huh or anything. He types everything I say on his computer. Sometimes I want to talk really fast to see if he can keep up. Not really.
He changed one of my meds which I started last night. I'm weaning myself off another one. He suggested electric shock treatment which I declined. The new med he started me on is notorious for weight gain. He even said it to me. Hellllooo... I don't need to gain any more weight. But I don't want the brain shocks either. I guess I'll be gaining some weight.