Sometimes, I wonder -

If my mom weren't a doctor, how much medication would I be on?

(As for why that is... Because my mom is a doctor, I never go to the doctor's, and mommy, of course, is more-or-less in denial about the whole need for medication... and I will admit I hide the extent of that need from her.)


...Ah, perhaps it's for the best... I did badly on Zoloft, after all. Maybe it just wasn't a "strong" enough depression medication, but I did really, really, really badly on it. Maybe it made me worse, maybe I got worse for other reasons, but at any rate I didn't get better. And the placebo effect was working in my favor, too...


...Maybe if mommy weren't a doctor, I would have had sinus surgery too by now... God knows I need some sort of resolution to this problem. I'm still not exactly sure what's wrong with me... I thought it might be sinusitis, but may or may not be... Might just be a new chapter in my ever-increasing list of chronic problems, this time hardcore headaches. >.<