She's gone...I'm devastated, but hopeful

[minkerman]

I had my first Doctor's appointment in 20 years tonight. Basically I have developed a fear of doctors over the years, since I have lost a disproportionate number of people close to me to cancer. Anyway - another 180 for me - get a full physical, blood work and the dreaded prostate exam.

Passed everything with flying colors. He told me I was in better shape than 95% of guys my age. Whew! What a load off!

The bad news, he wants me to try Prozac for a month, to improve what he thinks is mild depression. Thanks W. Doc also gave me an "Antidepressant Skills Workbook" to help me make a plan and change my thinking.

She made me promise to call her, so I did about 20 minutes ago. Good phone call. She tried to bring up R in casual conversation, I told her, no R talk tonight, this call is all positive! (It was regarding an article she read online about how people get stuck in ruts and are afraid to move on because they would have to leave behind what they've always known and are comfortable with. I said well maybe that's you, but it's not why I don't want to move on...but I don't want to get into it now! She said, no I don't mean that's us, just that it reminded me of us.) Whatever.

So far my plan of going dim (vs dark) is on track. We are not going to see each other this weekend.

I'll let you know how the Prozac goes...I'm a little concerned about that one.