So I had my psychiatrist appointment today, and I told him about the eating disorder stuff. Result? I am being put on a teeny tiny amount of Prozac (10mg) in addition to my Effexor. I'm not sure what that's supposed to do, exactly, but he seemed to think it might help, so I might as well try it *shrug*. There was once a time when I would have giggled and/or shuddered at the thought of being put on the poster medicine for depression, but nowadays I just don't care. After being put on so many damned psychiatric meds, one more doesn't really make much difference, despite the cliché that's been made of this one's name.

Doctor's appointment tomorrow, and liaison nurse meeting on Thursday. I have appointments coming out my ears. Oh well. I guess it's better than not getting shit done... right?

Time to drink some more water. Au revoir!