Whooppie... I got my Celexa increased by 10 mg. We'll see. Today I had to make a mad dash to the doctor's office where the new bookkeeper decided she was going to give me a hassle about my deductible... while I'm wheezing and can't catch my breath because I got the old cold back and it's moved into my lungs, on top of the asthma I have. Not only that, but my hiatal hernia decided it was going to pitch in with more misery for me. GAWD, that hurt! I'm wheezing and moaning and groaning and all this broad cares about is the $100 she wanted me to give her... while the treatment would only cost $40, but NO! She had to have $100. I was prepared to give her my co-pay but was that enough? NO! Thank God the nurse practitioner came out and saw that I was in distress and took me back to the examining room. When I walked out, true to my nasty self when someone messes with me, I told the billing girl if she's going to "walk the walk," she'd better learn to "talk the talk." Her communication skills left a whole lot to be desired! She talked circles around herself! Why did she even mention that the treatment would cost $40 if she wasn't going to take that amount?? Ya know? If she's going to have the attitude, she'd better learn to carry it off with some good speaking and communication skills!