This morning I left the house at 5:50am, and thought I was going to be late to an 8:50am appointment with my phsyc doc. First I had to go to the Methadone clinic and get my dose. I was prepared to be sitting there twittling my thumbs waiting for my number to be called, but I walk in to the clinic, and this morning its a ghost town. Not a single other person was there to dose. So I go straight to the window and dose. I'm done by 6:30am. I figure that's okay because I don't quite remember how to get there, so I have to drive around and find it. Well I find it by 7am. So I pull in the parking lot. The rain is comming down so hard I can't see in front of me. Its perfect out. So I shut off the car crack the window, pull out my nook and smokes, and read until 8:50am.
I get into see the Doc early. We talk about how I'm feeling. I tell him the truth. I'm pretty steady. No real low, lows, and no real high, highs since I started back on my medication. Then he said these magic words. He is perscibing me Rittalin, and Topamax, all in order for me to loose weight. I've gone thru hundereds of docs trying to get stimulants out of them to loose weight and they would never do it. This guy didn't even give it a second thought.
Since I admitted that I'm terrifed of moving far away by myself, I was wondering if anyone would want to move away with me to Hawaii this winter if my parents don't follow thru with there plans. I want these stimulants to get their job done, then move, and am hopeing if I have the perscription already then my doc in Hawaii will fall in line. Knock on wood. Next I'm going to need sleeping pills.