i'm rediculously tired today. i mean, im usually exhausted on a good day but today it's so much more. i can barely stay awake and it's only mid afternoon.
oh and before i forget, they've upped my amytrip 5 mg.
connection? you be the judge.
upon telling my neurologist that the meds make me tired i get this:
neurologist: "well are you so tired you're falling asleep in the middle of talking to someone?"
me: "like narcolepsy? no. but after a 9 hr sleep i come home mid-afternoon from work to nap"
neurologist: "i'd like to up your medication"
me: "but i'm telling you. i'm unable to function due to being exhausted because of it"
neurologist: "well how about we up it. how's that?"
me: (blank stare of disbelief)
neurologist: "now how about i see you in another 3 months"
me: "well i'm getting married and moving to toronto soon. i'll probably change doctors"
neurologist: "yep. so 3 months it is then. bye"
it's not my utter frustration and over-medicated dissatisfaction with life that gets to me, it's the fact that our tax money pays these bastards. in the event that they look up once from their diagnosis-in-a-box computer screen they may actually hear a word you're saying.
maybe it's too much to ask. alas, i nap.
