Uncle...

I give up!  I have tried to stay chipper and upbeat w/o meds.  I don't know if its the Rebif or the job.  But I am emotionally exhausted.  The ONLY thing other than the thoughts of my kids (and shout out to Bri (Sailor kid) who made PO3, mama's baby's an NCO!) The only other thing that has helped at all is Xanax.  I've had the most nerve wrenching attitude about the job, those other weirdos I've been cursed to share a genetic marker with...and life in general.  I HAD been going back and forth between content and dred (with no other explaination than this silly MS)  This is sooo unlike me.  I hate it. I remember when I first was dxd and I was given the horror stories about Interferons and depression, MS and depression yada yada yada.  I even quipped, "Puh-Leeze, I don't need anti-anxiety drugs or depression drugs, I don't get depressed, I MAKE people depressed!  and laughed smuggly.  Well, not laughing now,  I'm in a rough place and I need some help. I had some old Xanax and I felt amazing soon after I took that, but  I'm out now, and the doctor's office that I am in the process of transitioning FROM has escalated slo-motion to a new art form.  Do I need a hump a cloak and a belltower to get some action from these folks!  Can I cc this email to them? :o)  Not that they'd bother to read it until St. Smitthens Day.