Okay I have not written in a while, here's whats on my mind-I have been on 5 mg of Prozac for almost three weeks.  I must call my shrink and let her know if I think it is working, or not.  I can’t say.  I am still “suffering”.  I think a lot of this stems from my life being absolutely chaotic and unsettled since October.  I am working, each day, each week, to put it right, (now that I think I know what is wrong).  I don’t like this shrink; she thinks I am making up medical issues for attention.  I had a severe sore throat, I thought Strep.  I went into the doctor and when the test came back negative I asked if I had rushed things.  She very quickly replied “No!  It’s better to at least record these things”.  She then gave me something for the viral infection-most likely due to my braces in my mouth.  I also have to look forward.  Next Wednesday I have my teeth cleaned, first time since the braces went on.  I then have my first adjustment the following Monday-and I know it will hurt like hell.  Sure some people say things like this are only as bad as you think.  Wrong.  No matter what I say or do, it will hurt like hell!  I am trying to do my guided imagery, get back on a regular exercise program before it occurs.  I am also taking that day, the 2, through the 4th off.  The 3rd is a one year anniversary of a nightmarish hell at a dental office that traumatized me greatly.  I will be staying in a hotel and maybe climbing Pike’s Peak, if I feel alright.  The coming weeks will be very hard, and I haven’t even gotten use to the current dental pain.  I am not sure how much longer I can be strong.  I have gone from facing life one day at a time to one hour at a time.  I have to make small goals in my near future just to give me a reason to open my eyes in the morning.  Even if they will be painful, I know they will help my overall physical health.  Then I come back to this phone call I have to make.  Is the Prozac working?  I don’t think so.  But is it?  I mean I am seeing what I need to change and am doing something about it, but could that just be from the therapy and countless hours of soul searching?  I don’t want to stay on Prozac forever.  Do I put on a happy face for them and tell them everything’s okay; after all I hate them anyway.  Or do I just forget about the pills, forget about calling them and hope they won’t call me.  I quit going to their group sessions without a phone call and no one has called me.  Do I cower or do I fight?  Man I just do not know.  Sorry this post has been so long, but my life seems so messed up.  Any advice would help me make this decision, thanks-DJ.