I have this thing about taking medication: if it's not going to cure whatever I have, I really don't want to take anything. I think it stems from pride, to be honest...as though it's some sort of admission of weakness not to be able to fight off whatever it is I've got on my own. So you can imagine I wasn't thrilled about going on the oral diabetic medication my doctor prescribed yesterday, but my sugars are unacceptably high and I've been eating well for over 3 weeks now, so I obviously need help to get them down. That said, I haven't felt any serious side effects (other than some digestive upsets) and I'm hopeful it's going to start doing its job pronto. (My dad - the pharmacist - says I should see it start working in just a few days...hope so!)
I made my appointment with the ophthalmologist today but was thwarted in my attempt to find a mental health professional to work on my eating disorder and depression with me. I called the Employee Assistance Program through work, found a therapist about halfway between work and home, got the referral authorized, then I called the number in the directory. Between all of the "press 1 for a human being" gates I had to go through at the beginning of the call, getting passed off from one receptionist to the next right in the middle of answering all of the highly personal questions they have to ask you, then finding out at the very end of the process just as we were putting time on her calendar that she's not accepting new patients...grrrr, not impressed. I'll call the EAP back tomorrow to let them know and get another referral authorization for a different provider, but this is really discouraging and I wonder how many mentally ill people have the stamina to see it through. Do I?