I had no desire to do anything but lie in bed. I had no interest in television, reading or doing anything in a proactive way. I started to have panic attacks after short naps in the afternoon. They all centered around dying from the myeloma. I became annoyed at myself for studying the pathophysiology of the disease.
Ignorance surely is bliss.
Consequently, I visited with a psychiatrist. I had depression and anxiety, so he chose to treat these illnesses. No account was taken of the fact that I was recovering from a transplant, which takes about six months. I was treated as though I didn't have an underlying life-threatening disease that was intimately connected to my state of well being mentally. Hence, I was put on standard drugs for depression, Desyrel and Serzone.