The bra inside my skull, the child in Seattle
My psychiatrist called me today about some health insurance people who called her (this all stems from my financial advisor wanting me to get more long-term disability insurance... okay, all right...). I said it was okay for her to say I was on Prozac for mild OCD -- actually, they know this already just from talking to me. If this makes my extra insurance more expensive, it'll be the first negative consequence of being on an SSRI.
I haven't thought much about being on Prozac lately, but it is nice overall. Very nice not to have the problem I actually started taking it for, but also to know that it's there in my head boosting the serotonin levels (serotonin being about the best thing in the world, better even than Burt's Bees cuticle creme). When I was meeting some of
heisenbug's relatives under stressful circumstances recently, his mother actually commented on my calmness through the situation and asked if I thought the Prozac had anything to do with it. I told her I had no idea. And I also have no idea if it's helping me stay centered and gracious through the current crunchtime at work, but hey, maybe it is. It's nice to think I have a little internal support -- and I'm not thinking crutch here, I'm thinking more like bra. I continue to not really notice anything; these are just comforting thoughts. But I like them. I think the insurance people should charge me less, if anything. I'm pretty healthy and I have a serotonin bra. So, woot. :)
My biological daughter Birdie turns 5 tomorrow. I haven't seen her in quite a long time at this point -- she must be tall and weedy and talking in real sentences by now. Can't wait until she gets an email account -- or an LJ account! How young do they get 'em these days, I wonder? In the meantime she gets a big stuffed alligator, which I bought while I was travelling the same month she was born. In the card I told her about its travels... around the Caribbean and back to Boston with me, then across the continent to her. I didn't mention that it really started in Indonesia though. That could lead to all kinds of conversations that'd be better when she's ol-der.
I haven't thought much about being on Prozac lately, but it is nice overall. Very nice not to have the problem I actually started taking it for, but also to know that it's there in my head boosting the serotonin levels (serotonin being about the best thing in the world, better even than Burt's Bees cuticle creme). When I was meeting some of
My biological daughter Birdie turns 5 tomorrow. I haven't seen her in quite a long time at this point -- she must be tall and weedy and talking in real sentences by now. Can't wait until she gets an email account -- or an LJ account! How young do they get 'em these days, I wonder? In the meantime she gets a big stuffed alligator, which I bought while I was travelling the same month she was born. In the card I told her about its travels... around the Caribbean and back to Boston with me, then across the continent to her. I didn't mention that it really started in Indonesia though. That could lead to all kinds of conversations that'd be better when she's ol-der.
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