So I go to the doctor today, need to get a letter from him explaining I need a higher dose of my nutsy pill than the insurance company will pay for, simple. Nothing is simple anymore, not even getting letters. He's not my primary, so he's not sure what I need, thinks it would be more effective if I call them and raise hell. I know, how about I call HIS office and raise hell about him not sending another letter? I hate doctors.
I need to start a club, one for men stuck at home with nothing to do. Not sure what I'm going to call it, that name's not real catchy, but this rots, big time. I never thought I'd get to this point, I'm talking pre MS thought. I do absolutely nothing, mostly because of the lack of energy, but just as much because I have no direction. The depression smacks me from all sides, it's really depressing, HA! The impending doom feeling has been there forever, now add in it doesn't appear to be impending anymore and ouch! Tell me I don't need that third pill.
I forgot to ask the doctor today, but I'm pretty sure he wants me to start smoking again? I think they even gave me a prescription to start once, just having a problem laying my hands on it right now. 5 years since I smoked a cig or had a drink of any kind, having my doubts if it's worth it or not? Sitting out back smoking at least gave me something to do. Not particularly worried about the health risks, the thing that keeps me away is the cost, damn you tobacco lawsuits!