Today was my first visit with my psychiatrist since my hair started curling*. We had a brief phone call where he assured me that I wasn't going to die before my appointment today. I did ask him if my organs were curling too** and we had a long talk about my drugs. The short version is that no one knows the long term implications of the drugs that I am on--they haven't been around long enough. This is why every month I have blood work done to make sure that my liver is still working. (Blood tests are bad for people with anxiety disorder--we spend the 48 hours waiting for the test results positive that our livers are failing.)
So far, my liver is fine and I am fine. My doctor reminded me that I went on to my current regiment of drugs when I was in the hospital and that they were instrumental in turning my life around. Everything is a kind of calculated risk. I take drugs that make me feel okay and hope that there aren't any long term effects. I don't drink (which makes me really sad sometimes), I'm careful with other medications, and I hope for them best.
I do still wonder if my organs are curling, though.
*The doctor was aware of the "risk" of hair loss and hair curling, however I'm his first patient to ever experience it. I'm special.
**Those are the exact words that I used. I like to keep the doctor on his toes.
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