No fancy OP this time because I am running on E! I’m definitely not a couple of days late! This week’s person of interest is you, dear reader. Tell this fat frog lady all about your lovely selves this week. Tell me what makes you laugh and what brings you joy in this hell on earth we call home.
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Mask up, love one another, and stay alive for one more week.
Even though my ankle hasn’t healed since May, I’ve gotten used to using the knee scooter to get around and my balance has improved enough that I can use it without help.
Not much I can do about the executive dysfunction, though. My psychiatrist decided that prescribing me promotional medication took priority over medication that actually works.
I knew it wouldn’t work. Was supposed to work same-day, no help at all for the entire week I took it. All side effects and no benefit.
May I ask what “promotional medication” even means? Like some company is paying your psychiatrist to push a specific treatment instead of what you actually want?
Yep. Unfortunately, it’s a common practice in psychiatric medicine in the US. Instead of prescribing the standard medication that should seem obvious, they prescribe a medication that they were paid to prescribe to a particular demographic of patients. Oftentimes, these medications develop a dependency.