arrrghh, you really do need to go back to your doctor - you could be me!!!
I am on anti depressants, i take citalopram 40mg, which is the same family of drugs as prozac and is meant to be most effective for people with anxiety related depression. It does help with the anxiety - it doesnt stop the worrying thoughts completely, i still check my breasts at least three times a DAY! but it means i can shut them out of my mind long enough to get on with things and they dont completely cripple me. I had counselling but it was a waste of time, six sessions available on the NHS! Really useful that!! We to have money problems and that rules out CBT for me because it is basically not available on the NHS in this area, although im going to try and push my doctor for it again, it basically means a full on psychiatric refferal, but in for a penny in for a pound
Sometimes i think it is a case of finding a sympathetic doctor, my doctor didnt push the ADs on me as i was very unsure to start with, but i know that without them i would have destroyed my relationship, my DP was ready to walk away.
The drugs are not a miracle cure, i still have bad days, really bad days, but they are fewer and far between and i feel more in control, instead of my anxiety controlling me.
I think you are very brave to have the tests by the way - i remember once having a blood test because i was having tummy/back pain and feeling sick. It came back with raised liver enzymes, my doctor said re test in a few weeks - well, i convinced myself i had hepatitis B and let it rule my life for ages. Honestly, i didnt apply for a brilliant job once because i knew they wanted to do a medical and found out they did routine blood screening . Then years later my midwife did a hep B test without my permission (it was a mix up) and it came back negative!! All that worry for nothing, waiting for it to manifest itself, i managed to bury it most of the time, but then sometimes i would do things like, not plant seeds and bulbs because i would convince myself i woudlnt be alive to see them grow. How mad is that - now i CAN do these things and it is amazing when i watch these things sprout out of the ground, confirmation that im still alive - bloody hell, i sound like a fruit loop dont i. So anyway, i never got the bloods followed up, and then after my baby was born i found out the reason for it - i didnt have hepatitis, i didnt have cancer, i had gallstones!! Shit in itself, more pain than i have ever experienced in my life and it ruined the first few months with DD because i was so ill, but i had them removed and all was well - IF i had chased up the blood test from 5 years ago, (it was them that caused it)i would have probably had a scan and had them whipped out, no problem. OF course i still bury my head in the sand when i probably should go to the doctor and break their door down over innocuous rubbish.
I dont mean to turn this into me me me, but reading this back i recognise just how irrational my behaviour can be sometimes. I am always convinced my partner is going to leave me, if his phone runs out of battery i think he has switched it off and i have even been known to go looking for him and panicking when i cant find him. Its mad mad mad.
The tablets help me control all of this. Its still there, but i am in control (just).
If this sounds anything like you - get thee to a physician