Yes, apparently I DO like to torture myself

So new job = new insurance. Long story short: I waited for my new card to get my meds. I tried to get my group and member # to get my meds. Finally, I ran out 'o drugs and decided, oh, to go off cold turkey as the process of getting my antidepressant was making me crazy itself.

This may not have been a good idea. Realizing this, I made a gazillion calls, got the ID numbers and sent H to pick up our meds. But, oh, out of the three prescriptions we needed between us it turns out that Aetna covers, oh, NONE of them.

How the hell can you just not cover zero out of three of our meds? I mean, it's not crack here. The hell?

So, I'm off my Effexor cold turkey since Sunday. And it is baaaad. I guess I didn't realize that it would make me 1) dizzy, 2) full of these electric-y shocks zapping through my body, 3) cottonhead-y and 4) mean as hell. I went on a message board discussing Effexor withdrawal and apparently it is QUITE the bitch to get off of, and these symptoms happen to many people going off it. So, now, of course, I've decided that the medication is evil and I don't want to go back on it.

I'm quite aware that this is not a good time to do this. My life is difficult enough right now without a whack brain, but I've started now so I might as well keep with it.

Right?

Gawd.