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If I had my choice, I would have been well and back at work within a week or two after losing my job. But that didn't happen because I wasn't getting the right prescriptions, and that's something I have no control over. I don't have a prescription pad, all I can do is ask someone else to prescribe what I need and hope that he complies. Instead, I got months of "just try this one more anti-depressant and if it doesn't work, then I'll give you what you asked for", followed by accusations that I didn't want to get well when yet another anti-depressant served only to make me sicker, and just for that, another prescription to treat something I don't even have, because he didn't want to admit that his diagnosis was wrong and the one I'd handed him on a silver platter at the first appointment was right.