No I didn't puke, just was very very uncomfortable, and kept my eye out for the nearest garbage can JUST IN CASE.
Luckily I am at a point with my anxiety where I KNOW I probably won't puke or pass out, but if I do, it isn't the end of the world. I honestly don't care what people think of me, but a huge part of the anxiety comes from being made a spectacle of. Weird, I know, cuz I am a very outgoing person and tend to be the "life of the party" if you will. Then again, I usually have drinks while out, so that probably has a LOT to do with it.
Anyways, I have to go see psych lady tomorrow, which means bringing baby girl downtown, parking in the parking garage, walking over to the proper building, and waiting in the waiting room. I DO NOT LIKE THE WAITING ROOM. If I could go to the doctor and not wait, I think I would be just fine. I usually make sure I have a water bottle on hand to sip from, and a shit ton of mints to suck on in order to take my mind off things. Bringing baby girl helps a lot too, cuz I can focus on her. I also tend to try and figure out what the hell is wrong with my fellow waiting room patients...although it is not that obvious. Still, I like to make things up in my head.
Schizophrenia there....a little manic depression over there....OCD lady by the purell bottle repeatedly sanitizing her hands....yeah.
When I finally get called in after 30 minutes of waiting, I get to listen to said semi-doctor lady tell me about HER life. No joke. I know all about her kids, her marriage, her pregnancies, c section, gestational diabetes, lack of (or too much) coffee for the day, new assistant...blah blah blah. I have NOT spoken about myself since our first meeting almost a year ago. Even then, it was only for about 10 minutes, going over my history of anxiety.
Now, I have to listen to her TALK and TALK and TALK for a half hour. It is excruciating. Literally. I almost can't stand to go. And you know what?
She writes me a script for whatever I want, whenever I want it - within reason.
Hello Zoloft, Klonapin, Ambien, Xanax, Valium. Whatever. She doesn't care. Any she will write out massive quantities of them, too. I didn't even know the one drug I was taking had a HUGE addiction potential, and that I was prescribed this drug multiple times daily with refills for 7 months.
It's nice to know these people are there to keep you sane, huh?
* for those of you that read this and think i'm a pill popping addict: my above statement was meant to convey my sarcasm at the medical community, and the lack of regulation in prescribing potentially dangerous and addictive drugs *