My World, Welcome To It

So last Saturday I went to my psychiatrist for my 15-minutes-every-six-weeks-appointment.

I told him I had been struggling with my restrictive eating disorder (he looked at me like "you lie, you fatass, you are not anything like anorexic"). Then I told him I wanted to try bupropion ("Wellbutrin") since I was feeling so depressed.

He already writes me a prescription for anti-seizure medication.

All documentation says bupropion should not be taken by people who have histories including seizures and eating disorders.

He wrote the prescription.

Nice, huh?

So today I started the 'bup-up' and mentioned to my husband I had started it. He didn't ask "what medicine," or "what side effects," although with every medication up until now I had discussed such things with him, especially side effects, so he would know what to watch for just in case.

Then he went out.

So I am home alone, and anything could happen ... nothing will, of course, but anything could.

This is my life.