MGH Study - week one.
My depression is overwhelming me and I don't have state health insurance yet (I'm currently unemployed). The Massachusetts General Hospital depression studies were recommended for me because I'm currently paying about $150 a month on depression medication that isn't even working for me. Once I'm eligible for a study, they'll pay for all my medication, and all I have to do is take a sugar pill (or the experimental drug/supplement, I guess).
For my first MGH depression study meeting, my doctor judged me about my past alcohol use (who knew that going to class drunk means that alcohol prevents me from fulfilling my responsibilities? Clearly this woman has never attended Emerson College) and brushed off the phrase "my roommate assaulted me," turning it into, "oh, I thought a girl slapped you or something." People skills much?
This really nice girl tried to take a blood sample from me and pretty much failed. I felt really bad about the whole thing, because it is sort of my fault that my veins are so tiny. We went across the hospital campus to the phlebotomy lab where we waited about 20 minutes in the understaffed clinic for an overworked woman to jab me. She around in my arm for 10 minutes before deciding I had no blood in me after all. The nice girl had the most horrified look on her face throughout the ordeal.
It didn't really hurt, but soon after...
I'm more lethargic and spaced out than ever - even my boyfriend is incredibly concerned. I really hope this SAMe or sugar pill makes me feel better. And uh.. failing that, I hope this opportunity to get free medication somehow gets me off Effexor.
For my first MGH depression study meeting, my doctor judged me about my past alcohol use (who knew that going to class drunk means that alcohol prevents me from fulfilling my responsibilities? Clearly this woman has never attended Emerson College) and brushed off the phrase "my roommate assaulted me," turning it into, "oh, I thought a girl slapped you or something." People skills much?
This really nice girl tried to take a blood sample from me and pretty much failed. I felt really bad about the whole thing, because it is sort of my fault that my veins are so tiny. We went across the hospital campus to the phlebotomy lab where we waited about 20 minutes in the understaffed clinic for an overworked woman to jab me. She around in my arm for 10 minutes before deciding I had no blood in me after all. The nice girl had the most horrified look on her face throughout the ordeal.
It didn't really hurt, but soon after...
I'm more lethargic and spaced out than ever - even my boyfriend is incredibly concerned. I really hope this SAMe or sugar pill makes me feel better. And uh.. failing that, I hope this opportunity to get free medication somehow gets me off Effexor.
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