I won't tell a doctor a damn thing. When i was a much younger, foolish man, I went to the doctor for insomnia. He asked me fill out a questionaire and so i did. He came back and told me I was bi-polar. I thought that seemed odd since I've never had a problem with depression. He told me that I leaned harder towards the mania side of things. Which, if you knew me, would kind of make sense except for the fact that I don't have swings towards depression. He put me on some mood stabilizers (Zyprexa and Neurontin) and asked me to come back in a few months.
i never went back. I had gained 40 pounds in under two months! I would wake up in the morning and find empty Zebra Cake wrappers on the kitchen counter from midnight snacks that I couldn't remember happening. I had an insatiable craving for sugar. I quit taking the meds just before Thanksgiving that year and by Christmas i was close to my normal weight of around 160lbs. I have stretch marks on my thighs to this day.
Years later, my wife and i decided to have kids. While she was pregnant with our first child, we decided to get life insurance. I was denied because they found this "doctor's notes that said I was bi-polar. I went to my new Dr. and told her what had happened and she recommended me to a psychiatrist who, after several sessions, said I wasn't bi-polar and that I did have a tendency to be overly obsessive about things which could lead to what people would think of as maniacal but that certainly wasn't harmful. After that diagnosis I was finally able to get life insurance.
Of course, it's probably documented by two different doctors that I'm a maniac now. So I've got that going for me.



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