If there were a contest right now for the saddest human and saddest cat on Earth, I think Wendell and I could come in, like, third, not taking into consideration people who are tortured and living in complete poverty and war zones and cats that evil people do mean things to.
I got home last night, and I scooped Wendell into my arms, and I told him I never wanted to leave him or my apartment again. I still feel that way.
My p-doc is putting me on a mix of Prozac and Wellbutrin. His idea is that the two will work together in a kind of synergy to make me feel better. And when he said that, I imagined swallowing the pills, and a cyclone forming in my stomach, and the cyclone turns into an action hero who says, "I AM PROZAC WELLBUTRIN MAN. . . FIGHTING DEPRESSION WITH THE POWER OF SYNERGY!!!!!!!!!"
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I know two people on that combination and they swear by it. They still seem a mite unhappy to me--but according to them the combo makes a world of difference.
Ohhh my goodness, if you want to start talking meds... I'm your gal. I've got a combo of no less than SIX different medications to take everyday. Mind you I'm bipolar, so they've got two "illnesses" to treat, so that's at least double the meds, right? In my case for the upper portion that's supposed to take care of the depression I've got Wellbutrin along with Effexor, which is supposed to be an awesome mix but... I'm still waiting. And all these pills combined have managed to steal my libido. Not so very cool. Cat: they're totally cool. AND they don't care one bit what mood you happen to be in.
I'm a little late, but I think Michele won't be too upset with me. Take good care.
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