Jagged Little Pill...

Long time (and maybe even short time) readers of this journal may be aware of my ongoing depression issues; currently I'm on 75mg of Effexor XL a day (not that much, apparently, but more than enough as far as I'm concerned!)  My current medical practice requires that I have to see a doctor every time I need a refill of these.  So, it's kept constantly under review.  Up until Russ's death, I had been contemplating cutting back my dose, but would need a new prescription to get the 37.5mg tablets.  Well, recent events changed that.  So, at my review today, I spoke to my physician about being referred for Cognotive Behavioral Therapy.  Alas, as is typical with the National Health Service, there is a six month minimum wait list.  Still, if it goes someway to repairing a somewhat broken koala, it can't be a bad thing...