Today was a rough day. I had an appointment for a second opinion with a doctor in hopes of being able to get back on some anti-anxiety medicine.
Long story short, it was a waste of time. The doctor told me that my condition could last a year (which was the "good" news) and that there wasn't much else I can do in the mean time.
My options as I see them:
1. Continue for potentially a year or more with my extreme anxiety, panic attacks, agoraphobia, and being sedated to within an inch of my life.
or
2. Go back on the anxiety medication, but deal for a year or more with nausea and vomiting any time I eat or drink, dehydration, lack of appetite, etc.
Honestly, option 2 is my preference. I hate feeling like I've lost my mind. Not eating or drinking sucks, but it says something about how bad it's been lately that I'd rather live that way than live the way I am.
Really, though, neither option really is inspiring much hope in me right now.
The promised cats of the day:
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| Neville Bigbottom on high alert |
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| Brookie the rare |
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| Marbles sees everything |
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| Odie is sleepy, yet still cool |
Peace out cub scouts,
Abby & the cats
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