
I refilled my Prozac prescription today and the pharmacist said that the doctor won't refill it again until I go in for a visit. This ticks me off royally because I was JUST IN THERE a month ago for a different issue. A Prozac refill shouldn't be a big deal, though. It's not as though I haven't been in to see her in a year or something.
That being said, though, if I'm going to HAVE to go in for yet another stupid doctor visit, I can mention the headache and see what she says. Probably nothing; I haven't been hugely impressed with this doctor. My former doctor was annoying enough, sure, but this one who came in as a replacement when that one left is not terribly scintillating either. I sometimes get the idea that I do more reading and research than some of these yay-hoos.
Meh. It's probably just this really really really really really really rotten mood I'm in... this Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very-Bad Mood.
Grrrrrrrrrowl. Snarl.
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