...Now that I have your attention, learn this!
I am now on meds.
...Yeah, I'm too hungry to go into it right now.EDIT:
Alright, back now. I can talk about it now.
So we went to the building...right away, I felt bad about it; the waiting room was very tiny and crowded. But hey, insurance pays for it, what can you do. Our appointment was for 2:45, but we didn't get out of there until 4...I mean, really...
Once we went in, I was struck by how much his office looked like...an office. Like, desk and diplomas on the wall and everything. And he had pure white hair, and seemed kinda old, and now I'm imagining Alexander Rybak with white hair and - I SHOULD STAY ON TOPIC.
Okay, so when I first saw his name, I thought, "...Russian?" Not something eloquent and politically correct, just "RUSSIAN". And when I saw him, it was hard not to giggle because he had an accent, and I just...yeah, this is one of those situations where my Hetalia fantardiness could get me in trouble. I'll keep myself together.
But he asked me questions, and I had trouble understanding him...not because of his accent, but because I just didn't know what to tell him. I'm like that with every adult that asks me questions; I want to give them what I truthfully know, and when I don't know what to say, I try not to say anything; I don't want something bad to happen because I gave a wrong answer. Like, I don't want to take medication I don't need, or anything.
But he asked me things, perscribed me something, we went and got it, and after I ate copious amounts of Chinese food, I took half a pill. I have to take half a pill for a couple days, then one a day. I'm nervous...but I'm willing to try it if it'll help. And besides, my parents'll make me take the pills of I don't do it myself...and I'm not wasting anyone's time any money about something like this, no way.
I wonder if it'd be easier to not take anything...but I don't know what to do, really. He said I should see a behavioral therapist...