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Originally Posted by Shazerac
I had a dentist appointment this morning and I was almost all the to my Pdoc before I realized I was going to the “wrong” place. I managed to make it to the dentist office on time and cried while I was there. They understand me and pumped me full of happy gas so I was able to relax and even laugh a little.
Went to the Pdoc just now and she wants me to go back in Wellbutrin and come back in 2 weeks. If that doesn’t work maybe up the Seroquel for a while. I’m on a very small dose. Bleh! I hate Meds but I hate feeling crap even more.
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did the doc use freezing? my used something with lidocane or epi something and it's basically cocaine and i felt the same.
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I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. ~ Charles Bukowski
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