You Look Like Shit (take 2)

About a month and a half ago I had two classic migraines within the same week, I was feeling anxious and had trouble sleeping so I went to see my doctor: Doctor Google. (not his real name)

Really, I've seen him do it. I'll walk into his office and proclaim that I'm growing a nipple on my leg, he will look at my leg, in turn proclaim that it's not a nipple, then go to his laptop, and proceed in googling my symptoms.

I could do that too.

Really I could.

And I have.

The only problem is that of course, I cannot prescribe any drugs to myself or anyone for that matter.

But if I could, I think I could pull it off in a lot of cases, to come up with a viable solution to whatever ails me.

Also to be honest, I could probably diagnose a lot of my peers. Recently, my dear Doctor Google had prescribed some Effexor (to me) for my anxiety and after reading quite a bit about that medication on the Internet, forums etc, I decided not to take any just yet.

I looked at my anxiety instead, I analyzed it and figured out why I was feeling anxious.

Then I looked at those reasons and worked on removing them from my daily life as much as possible.

One of the reasons, I concluded, was that I wasn't sleeping well, I decided that Sunday nights were the worst and since Dr.Google had prescribed some Apo-Zopiclone (basically sleeping pills) for 14 days, I decided I wasn't going to take them for 14 days straight.

Instead, I took them exclusively on Sunday nights at bedtime, after of course refraining from any alcohol intake. That helped a lot in the sense that now that I could sleep on Sunday nights, a full night of sleep, I could then start the week on a positive foot and proceed with it.

In fact, when I returned to see Dr.Google and explained the situation to him he didn't blink.

He didn't even seem surprised although I had hoped he might be. I was going to name this post "You should've seen the look on Dr.Google's face when I told him I had gotten over my anxiety without any Effexor." but he didn't give me an inch.

So I went for the current title.

Instead of looking surprised or arguing with me about the benefits of Effexor, before I had time to finish my monologue on how I had not taken any Effexor, he had printed out and signed a new prescription for more Apo-Zopiclone with instructions to take as needed and not abuse it as it is addictive.

OK.

That was quick, I was in and out in under 10 minutes.

I wonder if it had anything to do with the fact that the nurse who gave me the appointment in the first place, had omitted to enter it in the computer, so when I showed up yesterday they were not expecting me and, only after I proved to them I actually had an appointment by showing a business card from the clinic, with a handwritten date and time, in the nurse's handwriting, did they acknowledge my appointment and grant me a visit.

10 minutes later I was out of the office with a prescription for 30, potentially addictive pills.

Nice.

And they still don't allow me to prescribe myself drugs.