That's the way I feel about my regular doctor and every regular doctor I've ever been to. It drives them crazy because they'll prescribe something and I'll never get it filled or take it. For the most part I'm very anti-medicine. I won't even take something for a headache unless it's absolutely killing me. My husband has known me to go around with a sick headache or migraine for two or three days. Never mind that I have Imitrex sitting the cabinet and usually have Excedrin around. The last time I willingly took anything besides my psych meds was when I had a tubal done last month. I got so sick from the stuff they put me under with and had such bad pain I had no choice but to take the Phenegren they gave me and Tylenol. I'm even bad to not take antibiotics they prescribe because I'll decide it can be treated naturally or I don't really need them. I realize that's a bad idea.

When it comes to my psych meds, however--I pretty much give my doctor free reign with those. I'll read up on them before I take them and my pharmacist always pulls me aside and speaks with me privately about them. He likes to make sure I've taken them before, know the potential side effects and what to watch out for. I always end up giving them a try, though. On the one hand I stay scared to death to not take what she prescribes but on the other hand I stay scared to death of the potential side effects. It's a double edged sword.