I got a rather random and unexpected call from my doctor (well, not mine really. Just the doctor that headed up the study I took place in so I could get treatment without insurance, but, still.) asking me how I was and if I had given some thought to trying different meds. I told him I was still debating it, but really, the answer is going to be "Hell, no!" until I find myself thinking I should stick my head in the oven.
Considering my history, I probably will be depressed again, but... I just can't convince myself that being on mind-altering drugs (of the kind that don't make you see pretty colors, that is) constantly is the right thing to do "just in case".
Self-medication and keeping myself busy have always worked just fine. I think anti-depressants will never be anything other than a last-stop measure for me. Which is cool, since drinking on those things was a freaking disaster waiting to happen. And goddess knows I don't intend to stop doing that!
Speaking of which, I just got myself a cocktail shaker, and some martini glasses, and a bottle of Stoli, and some Vermouth, and some lovely premium olives...
I've decided to marry my cocktail shaker. My pretty martini glasses will be our adopted kiddies, and the perfect blend of vodka and vermouth will speak to the world of our love.
Happiness is an ice-cold extra-extra-dry martini with three olives in my glass.
How can Zoloft beat *that*? ::grin::
Considering my history, I probably will be depressed again, but... I just can't convince myself that being on mind-altering drugs (of the kind that don't make you see pretty colors, that is) constantly is the right thing to do "just in case".
Self-medication and keeping myself busy have always worked just fine. I think anti-depressants will never be anything other than a last-stop measure for me. Which is cool, since drinking on those things was a freaking disaster waiting to happen. And goddess knows I don't intend to stop doing that!
Speaking of which, I just got myself a cocktail shaker, and some martini glasses, and a bottle of Stoli, and some Vermouth, and some lovely premium olives...
I've decided to marry my cocktail shaker. My pretty martini glasses will be our adopted kiddies, and the perfect blend of vodka and vermouth will speak to the world of our love.
Happiness is an ice-cold extra-extra-dry martini with three olives in my glass.
How can Zoloft beat *that*? ::grin::