• Random and Odd

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    I had my head doctor meeting today.  Now after listening to me, he has decided I need 6 weeks of Panic Disorder meetings, 2 meetings with the doctor that has a bunch of letters after his name and possibly shock therapy.

    Going over my family history of anxiety, substance and alcohol abuse, and my childhood,  (By the way, everything revolves around your damn childhood) I think they are required by law to ask, “Have you ever thought you might be Co-Dependant?”
    I said, “I’ve read the book. TWICE.”  He looked at me like I was crazier than he originally diagnosed.
    “Wow. Then you know about as much about Co-Dependency as I do.”

    This don’t instill comfort in me.

    He listened though. He asked questions.  He then said, “You have a cute panic disorder.”

    *blink blink*  OH DUH. My Bad.
    “ACUTE? as in bad? or ‘a cute’ as in a fuzzy puppy?”

    He then told me he doesn’t think I have any idea how bad my situation is.   I replied that I thought I did because I was willing to do whatever it took to fix it.

    They upped the meds. They increased the amount of meetings. They installed shock devices on the doors whenever I tried to leave.