Doctor Cocks

To preface this post, I must advise you all that I will refer to my doctor as Dr. Cocks, because both his first and last name resemble the names of male anatomy.
So lately I've been on new medication trials and it hasn't been the bumpiest of roads, no tire blowouts this time, but it hasn't been smooth sailing. There was a chunk of time when I was so unbelievably livid at almost everthing that I scared myself. I could feel my body holding itself back from throwing things, from knocking things off desks, from shoving people out of my space. It was incredibly frustrating to be aware that I could snap at anyone at any second and lose control completely. That being said, I told Dr Cocks and we started working on different 'cocktails', if you will, of medications.
As I'm writing this I have to digress and share that I'm currently in the waiting room. Its usually silent except for the classical music dancing from the speakers, but today there's a young boy, maybe 8, talking to the ancient receptionist about the King Kong movies. There are lots of shifting eyes over magazines,  burning holes into the back of this kids head. Its always a little bit entertaining watching other peoples distaste for children. I'm learning a lot about these movies that I have zero interest in. Thanks, kid.
And we redirect to my insanity... the reason I travel an hour every other week to see Dr Cocks is because the latest drug has made me gain a butt ton of weight..literally.. and I am NOT a fan. It took away all of my aggression, as it was supposed to, but this whole chubby side effect thing isn't cute.
This leads me back to today. I'm sitting here, listening to this boy waddle around the waiting room whispering to himself about different ideas of things to draw. Dinosaurs will not suffice.  I'm back at the doctor again because I'm being weaned off of the fat medicine, being introduced to a less side-effective drug, and I'm back to being my old anxious, angry, depressed self. Yay me! Side story: I tried to be supportive and attend my friends' graduation this past weekend but I failed miserably when I flipped out at the table, left in tears and drove home. Luckily, I have the greatest and most supportive friends anyone could ever with for.  Hopefully I'll leave today with a purse full of samples that will actually work this week. Here's to my appointment (never) being on time!!
Cheers, mofos!