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Juliana said:

I can relate to you hating to go to the doctor. I used to be like that (and I still don't like going). When I had agoraphobia, I had to be dragged out the door to go to the doctor.

It's so much safer to have a doc monitoring your progress on your meds and much safer, IMO, to get your meds from a trusted pharmacy.

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yea ... my bf (ex now thanks to my fruitloop behaviour) literally put me in the car and dragged me in and tried to distract me and THEN told dr all the embarrassing things I didn't want to. At least going by yourself you can filter what you tell them.

Ummm I know the logic behind what you are both saying. I guess I just want to take the easy way out.

I can eek out what I have for another 3 weeks I counted how many I have left.

I always feel like I am such a faker too, I get asked stuff like whether my boyfriend is beating me up or whether it's job stress, because clearly those are the most obvious options. I had bruises from beach volleyball once. Got dragged over the coals about having a bf who must surely be hitting me and grabbing me. (I was single at the time).

I don't know what to do.