JBR wrote:
sinister agent wrote:
Prescription obtained. Turns out that I was right all along, and those fucking fuckwits in Stratford should have treated me two years ago, as I've probably been ill my whole life, it's only going to get worse, and without treatment I'd probably end up dead in a decade or two. Morons.
But! Now I just take some tablets and the odd blood test, and all shall be well. God fucking damn, this just might be the month that I finally start to feel like I'm awake for the first time since the last milennium.
Apparently it might mean my libido goes mental, too. LOCK UP YOUR GOATS.
*Such* good news. Alright, I'm agnostic about the libido thing, but equally am probably not in danger. But otherwise - good, man, good.
Cheers! I've been in a pretty good mood, though it's about bloody time. Been trying to sort this out all summer, and it may still be weeks or a few months before they get the dose right. Blah. But all shall improve from here.
My fambly are most amused at how happy I am to hear that I'll be on medicine for the rest of my life. But hey, better than being ill. The free prescriptions are nice, yeah, but honestly, seven quid a month to not feel concussed most of the time would be a bloody steal anyway.