hawkwing_lb | Doctor diagnosis (Reply)

So I have been to the doctor. A nice lady doctor, who made me want to trust her, which is pleasant in a doctor. After recounting to her the story of my health in the last two months, and laying out the present problem of disturbed sleep patterns and perennial tiredness, she very tactfully inquired as to whether my history with depression or the escitalopram may have anything to do with it (I approve of this in a doctor, although I don't think this is a depressive episode or, if so, it's only a spot of worse-than-usual dysthymia: it doesn't feel like depression, particularly. I am normally more anxious and self-esteem-eroding with depressed bits) - and finally gave a diagnosis of post-viral mumble mumble, recommended rest and tonics, gave me three sleeping pills to be taken when trying to reset my sleep patterns.

Sigh. ARGH RESTING BORED NOW.

Although, thank heavens for the medical card. At least I could see the doctor. Which made me feel better about being tired. At least I'm probably not suffering from something mysterious and deadly.