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Store bought is fine
Sep. 1st, 2026 04:11 pmSo, the World's Greatest Medshrinker has closed his doors for an unknown time...which means we needed to find a new Medshrinker for the sanity drugs, ASAP. Cause if your body doesn't produce the serotonin and dopamine you need to survive, then store bought is fine.
There were only 2 in town I even considered going to. I literally flipped a quarter...
My appointment with the new Medshrinker was at 2. I wasn't nervous really, I just don't want him to go messing around with my specific cocktail of meds, which seem to be keeping me from killing myself or anyone else....despite any vague threats I may or may not have made (we all know I'm too lazy, and it's too damned hot to go dragging a body into a mesquite field for the wild hogs to deal with).
I asked my FB friends to cross their fingers, toes, eyes, send the good juju, light the candles, or apply your pasta strainers in prayer that he and I hit it off, and can work together.
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I'm glad to report that he's not one to "try and fix what ain't broke", and since my current regimen is working, he's mostly left it alone. He's not thrilled that I use my Xanax to help get to sleep, and he did cut me from 120, 2mg tablets a month to 75 tablets a month. But taking into consideration that I never USED 120 tablets in a month, and actually have 2 full bottles (240 tablets) sitting on my desk....I can live with the cut.
We talked about possibly switching to Seroquel for the Bipolar and sleep...and I told him the last time I took it, I slept for 2 and a half days, so it wasn't my first choice to mess with. That was the XR version, however, and he said obviously at way too high a dose.
I have to see him every month, since I'm on controlled meds (the Xanax and my ADHD meds), but I'm ok with that too. My last Medshrinker, while a wonderful Doctor, only saw me 3 times a year usually....and you could never get his Nurse on the line for timely refills. Seeing Dr. A every month means I get refills processed, EVERY MONTH...without waiting a week for refills to be called in to the pharmacy.
Me, without meds, for a week is a scary thing to see. It's even scarier to be inside me, with no meds.
There were only 2 in town I even considered going to. I literally flipped a quarter...
My appointment with the new Medshrinker was at 2. I wasn't nervous really, I just don't want him to go messing around with my specific cocktail of meds, which seem to be keeping me from killing myself or anyone else....despite any vague threats I may or may not have made (we all know I'm too lazy, and it's too damned hot to go dragging a body into a mesquite field for the wild hogs to deal with).
I asked my FB friends to cross their fingers, toes, eyes, send the good juju, light the candles, or apply your pasta strainers in prayer that he and I hit it off, and can work together.
~*~
I'm glad to report that he's not one to "try and fix what ain't broke", and since my current regimen is working, he's mostly left it alone. He's not thrilled that I use my Xanax to help get to sleep, and he did cut me from 120, 2mg tablets a month to 75 tablets a month. But taking into consideration that I never USED 120 tablets in a month, and actually have 2 full bottles (240 tablets) sitting on my desk....I can live with the cut.
We talked about possibly switching to Seroquel for the Bipolar and sleep...and I told him the last time I took it, I slept for 2 and a half days, so it wasn't my first choice to mess with. That was the XR version, however, and he said obviously at way too high a dose.
I have to see him every month, since I'm on controlled meds (the Xanax and my ADHD meds), but I'm ok with that too. My last Medshrinker, while a wonderful Doctor, only saw me 3 times a year usually....and you could never get his Nurse on the line for timely refills. Seeing Dr. A every month means I get refills processed, EVERY MONTH...without waiting a week for refills to be called in to the pharmacy.
Me, without meds, for a week is a scary thing to see. It's even scarier to be inside me, with no meds.
