Went to see my general practitioner for my yearly check-up today.
Doctor: “Are you still taking Prozac for depression and anxiety?”
Me: “Yes, 30mg.”
Doctor: “Hmmmm. That’s more than you were taking last year.”
Me: “Yes…”
Doctor: “But you just got married?”
Me: “Yes.”
Doctor: “Well that’s a happy event! That didn’t help the depression?”
Me: “It was a happy event. I’m not sure what that has to do with my mental illness.”
Doctor: “I would just think the wedding would boost your spirits, no?”
Me: “It did. It also boosted my husband’s spirits– and yet, wouldn’t you know it, he still has diabetes!”
Yeah, so. I need a new doctor.
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