After telling her what I'm on and that I've been feeling more depressed recently, she said "How about we increase your dose of Wellbutrin?" To which I responded "I think I'm maxed out on Wellbutrin." So she gets a book and looks it up and says "Oh, it does seem you are on the highest possible dose." Taking too much Wellbutrin can cause seizures and seizure disorders, and the risk is even higher for someone with an eating disorder. So it's a good thing I know what I'm talking about more than she does.
She kept looking in her book, and then finally she told me to increase my dose of Trazodone, which is exactly what Dr. K told me to do, which is ineffective. But I didn't want her to prescribe me anything, so I said I'd do that. She asked me to call back in a week to reassess, but there's no way I'm going to her again. I believe she got her degree at the University of Incompetence.
So I don't know what to do. Dr. K doesn't listen to me, and this lady was a bust. I guess I should probably stay with Dr. K, given that in August I'm going to move to another state for graduate school and will have to find a new psychiatrist there anyway. I did the calculations, and I'll only have roughly four more appointments with him. Sigh.
In other news, something positive happened today! Last week I responded to an ad on Craigslist looking for a "Brand Ambassador" for a kids' healthy snack food company, basically those people who set up tables at grocery stores and give away samples. It's not really enthralling work, but it pays really well for what it entails. So today I accompanied one of the presidents/co-founders of the company on a demo for a little bit, and she was really nice. The company is only 18 months old and their product has only been on the market since September, and it is basically two moms wanting to make