I told him that I don't sleep and that none of my pants fit.
I showed him my neck acne.
One piece of good news: my blood pressure was 53/90 (so don't haggle me about my salt intake.)
Turns out my medication can cause sleeplessness and weight gain. All blame will now go to that buggy little pill, (and not my obsession with baked goods or my refusal to swim, run, or gym).
I told Dr. W. that I want him to switch me to a pill that will make me lose weight, help me sleep, while still keeping me that happy, cheerful, mormon mother. Ya know, the kind that never says shit or gets pissed off or wants to drive their car into the lake.
He gave me a pill that doesn't pack the pounds quite so bad and will still keep me a happy, cheerful, churchgoing, and law-abiding citizen.
We discussed my sleeping habits extensively. Turns out I'm a good candidate for Ambien. I said, hell no, I'm not taking that crazy drug. So he gave me some pointers to help me sleep. Namely, don't go to bed with your computer. Do something relaxing when you wake up at 4:00 a.m. Nothing that will get your mind moving too quickly.
Dr. W. is tan and has a mustache.
We talked bikes.
4 comments:
i love you.
I say shit at least 3 times a day. More times than I pray. And I say damn so much that Noa thinks it's a positive adjective as in "Mom! Isca is so damn cute!"
And I can't get mad, because she is.
Don't all happy pills make you pack on the libbys? If your new one doesn't, fill me in!!
... and I LOVE Britan's comment cause I can SO relate, like I can relate to your neck acne, poundage and wanting to drive your car in the lake, which I have done (in 3rd grade) but want to do again.
Dr. W. told me the same thing about "good bed habits." Only go to bed to sleep. Boring.
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