A Triumph?

I had a follow-up appointment with Dr. G last week to discuss the results of the testing that I had for ADHD. Apparently, according to the neuropsychologist, I don't have ADHD. Bullshit, I say, I know myself better than that, but I wasn't going to fight with Dr. G because it wasn't her tests and she wasn't the one interpreting said tests. She's put me on Celexa to help with the anxiety and the depression. She also referred me to a free-type clinic that I hadn't heard of before, since I'm losing my insurance at the end of September, so hopefully I can get in there soon. She also wanted me to go to some type of therapy that I've never heard of before. I don't remember what it is right now so I can't even look it up; perhaps tomorrow I can, during breaks.

I then had another follow-up appointment this morning with the neuropsychologist that tested me. I was so anxious about it I barely slept; I mean, I really disputed the negative-ADHD results. Granted, it's been a while since I was last tested, but the doctor who last tested me was a specialist in his field for far longer than the current neuropsychologist has even been in his. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, tell him I thought he was full of shit, but at the same time I didn't want to come off as hostile and generally crazy. So I got up super early this morning after a horrible night's sleep, got myself to the appointment, and was about to give him the ol' what for, when he got into his analysis.

Apparently, the results were actually inconclusive, as my anxiety level was so high that it skewed the results. His recommendations were pretty much the same as Dr. G's, so all I need to do now is try to get into both places.

So, no meds to help with the ADHD. Boo. Whatever. The Celexa takes at least a couple of weeks to kick in, too, so it'll be a while before I even know if it helps. Here's hoping it helps, because I'm getting pretty sick of this bullshit.