- I should definitely not be trying to get off meds.
- A psychiatrist I’ve never met is now in charge of prescribing me things, and according to him I should be taking way more than I was.
Citalopram was the best before it puttered out, so I’m back on that but with a bigger dose than before. I’m skeptical that it’ll work long-term, but right now I feel marginally better, so that’s… something. I don’t really feel optimistic anymore. The invisible psychiatrist, however, is confident and I’m told he says “GOOD PROGNOSIS” a lot.
Second semester started earlier this week and I’m still at home, nowhere near Dunedin. In fact, I’m studying long distance until I’m properly sorted – I’m also a part-time student now, just so I can get my two full year papers out of the way. At some point I’ll get to sit a special examination for the Wills & Trusts paper, and hopefully soon I’ll find out what happens with the Jurisprudence terms test I’d also missed (I am not sitting that paper a fourth time, k). Part of me doubts that I’ll ever make it back to Dunedin at all. Hah!
Such is my life right now, if you were interested in a proper update on me and my crazies. Apologies it’s not something more cheerful! Dear reader, please appreciate how you can work or study or even arrange to meet up with friends without a problem. Try to ignore my jealousy.