As you can tell from my last post, I’ve had a bit of depression in addition to the anxiety and agoraphobia. Oh, and I’ve quit smoking, too. I’m just loads of fun this week! I seem to be going from moment to moment in any given attitude.
First I’ll be super excited. I can’t wait for my appointment on Thursday. What does the appointment hold for me? What will the doctor’s office look like? What kinds of medication will be suggested? What if this helps me, like it all just works – wouldn’t that just be a kick in the pants? Oh, there’s so much to be excited about, so much to look forward to.
Then I’ll be extremely apprehensive. What if this doctor is a total douchebag? What if his office smells? What if he argues with me and insists on putting me on medication I’ve already tried years ago (this has happened before, an M.D. isn’t a diploma for common sense)? What if he thinks I’m a fraud, or worse yet not an anxiety/agoraphobia case at all, but just an attention seeker? A drug addict looking for my benzo fix?
Then there’s the whole part about being away from home and my fiance, who should be nominated for sainthood, by the way. I miss him terribly. I feel so guilty and embarrassed for dumping all of this on him and just expecting him to wait around for me to start getting better and come home. I often wallow in my own shame for putting so much on him, and then picking fights and making outrageous demands – all because I was too afraid to tell him what was really going on. Not that I really knew what was going on, but that’s neither here nor there.
At any point during the day, you’ll find me in one of these states of mind. It tends to follow the clock schedule pretty well. Mornings are good – I’m optimistic and ready to kick some ass. Afternoons I start to get the apprehensive fidgety thing going on. And evenings seem to be a complete wreck of crying, guilt, shame, etc.
But I really only have to make it a little more than one more day to put at least this phase of it behind me. Thursday can’t come soon enough. Or can it? I don’t know, what time is it?
And if you’re curious about the non smoking, as of right this second I have been a non-smoker for 16 hours, 52 minutes, 26 seconds. In that time I have not smoked 14 cigarettes I would have otherwise, and saved $4.20.
Wish me luck. On all of it.
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Annie the Agoraphobiac 
Congratulations! As a former smoker, I know how hard it is to give it up. I hope you can find the strength not to start smoking again.
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