They made my main pill smaller, but rite aid keeps giving me the old version, so my doctor was like "wtf" because it's a different formula and has less of the stuff that makes me feel like I have a sunburn inside.
Another pharmacy phuckup, they gave me the old dosage of my antidepressant. I'm hoping that is why I've been feeling so bleh. At first my doctor hought I was drinking again.
Answering pm's on my phone is a pita, so I'll just answer the one I got here. Yes, having a mental disibility diagnosis does make dealing with the government harder, and they can get fairly invasive. I think I already wrote posts on the unscheduled sherriff hide and seek in my old house and the unwanted visits from adult protective services.
Either way, my doctor is nice and seems to generally care about my wellbeing.
The mental health services department, despite being in the same building are a sad contrast.
The stigma is alive and well.
