Friday was doctor day. It had to be done. It's time to go back on a mental health plan. I think it's a good thing to talk over your mental health needs with a professional when you're in a good place.
So, I trudged over to the doctors, spilled my guts, worked out that I no longer have anxiety, but some lingering depression is there (yeah, yeah, we know) and thrown in the neurodiversity crap. All fun.
I get my mental health plan. I'm about to leave and she brings up the bear in the room.
"Have you thought about going on weight loss medication?" she asked.
"Umm, we tried Ozempic - I didn't like it. Made me feel awful."
"The drugs have changed a lot. Montjaro and Wegovy are much better than Ozempic."
"Really. And they're still expensive."
"Not as bad as Ozempic," she tells me.
"And they make your hair fall out..." I ask.
"Yes, that is one of the downsides." she tells me.
"Well, count me out. If it's going to make my hair fall out, I'm not interested. I'm a Leo. I need my mane."
"It's not a great side effect."
"Definitely not interested. Besides, the Ritalin drives down my appetite. It's a good thing."
We left the conversation there.
You can't part a Leo with her mane. It's not going to happen.
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