She just wanted to make sure he stayed regular...

SASM is now available through Amazon and BN. Yay! Still no pictures, though. Boo hiss!

Things went well yesterday at the doctor's office. He put me at ease right away, so I was able to tell him everything that was going on. We discussed adding another drug to the mix, and I was opposed. So I'm going up slightly on the Lamictal and taking more Klonopin until the whole book/hand stuff subsides. Then I can start trying to work myself back off the Klons. They're a "quick fix" drug, and I'm not in this for a quick fix.

I always get a trip out of sitting in the waiting room. It's an understatment to say there are some interesting people waiting to see the psychiatrist. Most people are okay — just sitting there reading a magazine or balancing their checkbook or whatever it is people do in a waiting room. But there are always some people who are talking loudly to each other (or, in this case, loudly to themselves).

Yesterday, I was perched on a fairly uncomfortable chair waiting to relinquish half my paycheck in copay fees when this middle-aged very sane-looking woman walks up to the nurses' window and asks to borrow the phone.

I figured it was one of the typical doc office calls: "Mom's running late. Stick the spaghetti on the stove."

But, as this wasn't a typical doc office, I should've known better. ::grins::

Now, I only heard half the conversation here, but it went something like this:

"Hey there! I was just calling to check on you and the baby. How's the baby? Oh good. What do you mean who is this? It's your honeydear. Mmhmm. Are you sitting in your chair? You're not? Why not? Well, you need to go sit in your chair! Because I said so! No, I'm going to be a little late because I have to go by and get my prescriptions. Are you sitting in your chair now? It sounds like you're sitting in your chair. Good. Do you still need me to pick up your prune juice on the way home? No, you need prune juice. Really."

She's been talking really loudly, and it's a fairly small office. And I swear to you, every person in the waiting room snickered when she asked about the prune juice. I think it was one of those TMI moments, picturing this woman racing home to make sure her honeydear is sitting in his chair drinking his prune juice.