Whackadoo's nurse called me and wanted to know how I was getting along on my new dose of prozac. I gave her a good talking-to. I told her I was not sleeping because of pain, NOT because my prozac dose was too high.
Picture this...I'm sleeping, I turn over, the turn puts pressure on my ribs, causing a sharp pain, causing me to wake up. Pain is keeping me up, dammit. Pain. Did ya f*n hear me that time, ya silly twat? Usually when people make appointments with pain doctors it means they have PAIN.
Despite this ridiculous phone call, my mood has improved today. Now that I know my heart is not going to immediately blow up, I feel slightly better. *eyeroll*
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