>I have been off my meds (Lexapro) for 12 days now and I have to say it’s actually going ok. I had a minor meltdown last Friday night when I couldn’t find anything to wear to Mr. H’s school’s graduation, and I’ve been more on edge, but otherwise ok. It’s hard to tell how good or bad I’m actually doing since there is so much insanity going on lately with work, the house, my mom, etc.
Going off of them was kind of an accident due to my laziness. I’m always a slacker about calling in the refills and end up missing a day or two every month. Anyway, I called in the refill and submitted it for a doctor call since I didn’t have any refills left. Two days later I got a call from the pharmacy but I just let it go to voicemail and never listened to the message. Mistake number one. As I was driving to the pharmacy a few days later, I was listening to a message from our annoying mortgage lady (I’m pretty sure that is her official job title, btw) and then heard the one from CVS telling me that my doctor refuses to refill my prescription until I go see him and waste $25 on a co-pay for me to tell him I need the crazy pills to keep me sane. I figure that if the Mister and I are planning on making a baby or two sometime this year, I’m going to have to lose the pills at some point anyway. Why not now, right?
Speaking of the house, I think it’s a no-go. They don’t want to make the repairs we asked for and they don’t want to give us enough at closing to do the stuff ourselves. We aren’t in love with the house enough to fight for it, so we’d rather just let it go and find somethig else.
Not to mention our attorney doesn’t even my name — she repeatedly called me Erica today — and she swears that Mr. H has MY last name (which would actually make him my DAD!) and that our realtor is a woman, despite the fact tht he is a man and they have had several phone conversations.
It seems as though this one just wasn’t meant to be and I am fine with that.