I am extremely frustrated with the health care system here. I may be just as frustrated with Florida, except we dont’ live there anymore. We make too much munnies to qualify for regular medicaid but not enough that I have the munnies to buy my meds. Which is why I’m off my meds. i never completed that thought in my last post.
So I’m sitting here singing at the top of my lungs and I can’t hear myself. This is because of good earphones. and loud music. I feel like talking but I don’t want anyone to listen because I’m afraid I’m not making any sense. ANd because I don’t want anything I say to mean anything more than random babbling.
Dammit i actually wanted to write about something but nothing is coming out right. I’m not leaving my front door. I feel far too dangerous. I just got a phone call from the behavioural health clinic that I’m going to be going to. I have an appointment on Monday. Of course, it’s not actually for treatment yet, it’s just to see what kind of treatment I want, need, or can get. I don’t understand why they can’t just see that I need help. Whatever you can give me. I’m cracking up. I feel wonderful, except I don’t.