I know the symptoms I tend to get, and now that I remember, I was trying to chase it away a few weeks ago, trying to force myself do things that were fun, even though I had to work, mother and work on the dissertation. The mornings steadily got worse when the cyst popped, couple of weeks ago, and then the biopsy (yeah, that could have been done with ansthesia). It was so bad on Friday I was an hour late to work because I could not bring myself out of bed. I also have been gravitating to wearing black. That's so wierd, how I have trouble stopping myself, even though I know it's symptomatic. I think I have a depressive and a happy wardrobe. neutrals (warms) when I'm ok, blacks and reds (colds) when I'm depresssed.
Went over to my PCP's office, at around 5:15 on Friday, just before they go home, to see if I could get in the next day. They were having a little celebration of some sort. First thing he did was give me a piece of chocolate cake and sat down with me in the waiting room to talk to me. He's so great! After asking the pertinent question, and I guaranteed safety, and told him I'm waiting on a biopsy. He told me I could double the welbutrin to BID and to eat more cake. We chatted a bit, and lo and behold he's getting divorced. I had felt sorry for him, when he had told me they weren't being blessed. Now he has a chance to have kids and a happy life. Such a cute, jewish, doctor!!!!!!
(sigh) Makes me evaluate DH, and he's measuring up! Even asked me out to see a singer-songwriter last night, said we could use a night out together, but we couldn't find a sitter so we did a deep cleaning, which, of course, caused the mother of all allergy attacks!
but, I digress..... The depression, will, hopefully, lift soon.
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." -Confucius