I went in to see Shelly (my Doc) at 8:40 this morning. I was feeling tense and edgy as I often do. We decided to up my dose of PAXIL to 40 mgs a day and see how that goes. She talked about going as high as 50 mgs. She told me to be more liberal in taking my panic pills which I haven’t taken any of yet out of fear of never waking up. I guess I miss understood her when she prescribed it to me.
A month from now I need to call Shelly and get refills or if I think I need to, make another appointment to talk about where else to go.
Shelly said that my false alarm heart attack and my continuing pains in my chest are anxiety or panic whichever you want to call it. She used the word panic.
I realize now that what I have always thought was normal is moderate (more than mild) depression and Shelly seemed very optimistic that I can spend the rest of my life finally being truly happy.
Judy, Corey, Stacey, Jim and I met at Sum Dum Luc (Joy Luck) for Mothers Day lunch.
Later this evening I drove to the Townecentre Mall in Provo with the intent of treating myself to a new shirt. (So many of mine shrunk [yea right])
I ended up getting me two of them both containing the color blue. I dislike blue but I have discovered that blue makes my complexion look good.
