omg...what a taxing few days. seriously

god dammit....so many people on msn, so little time.

my dear dr rang me today to tell me that i'm not starting zoloft. i'm going on prozac instead...this, in my mind, is a bigger deal. much more confronting. mostly, i think, because everyone knows about prozac, what it's for, etc etc. blah blah blah.

gotta go to the drs in the morning to get the new prescription, then get the prozac, take the prozac and then go to school. yay. upside is, i miss out on maths in the morning...gotta get a late pass, though. more fukking hassle.

god, then there's facing ms. mum @ school. sympathetic looks and so forth. damn. i'm not a fucking charity case.

my mother told me yesterday that i'm sick. she told me to chill out because i'm sick and that if i don't i'll get sicker. whatev. she's harping on about how depression's an illness and that there's medication etc etc. i just said that yeah, i get that, but unlike a cold, this won't go away in 3 days...the dr said that zoloft takes about a fortnight to kick in...dunno the deal with the prozac. weird as, though.

'oo roo.