enough. When I told my psychiatrist about not having an appetite, he did not care? Or I perceived he did not care because his first response was, “Well, I am not increasing your setraline.” (I spelled that wrong. My anti-depressant.) Anyway, I wanted to scream across the phone at him, “You started me on half of sertaline that I used when my husband first chocked me out! You didn’t listen when I told you the other anti-depressant was wrong for my body for 7 months!”
Instead, I just sat there quietly. No appetite from the 7th. I do not feel depressed. But something is wrong!
Anyway, today is going to the largest mall in Hawaii to track down chocolate to give as a gift. Wish me luck. I have had so little sleep.