Note to self: “Avoid harmful relationships.”
I didn’t realize that my psychiatrist would be one of those harmful relationships. See: What the HELL was I thinking? O, right. I wasn’t thinking. In November I had to switch psychiatrists due to the fact that my old one (Dr. C) didn’t take my insurance. My first visit with Dr. D (a.k.a. “The ASShole”) was an hour-long history report. He went through this huge packet of papers asking me about every single aspect of my mental health/drug addiction/family history life. “Have you ever used marijuana, mary jane, weed, pot, reefer, grass,…?” and on and on about every single type of drug and/or alcohol or poison one can pump into their body with any name or slang that you can think of to call it (thus the MJ, weed, pot, reefer, grass, etc). Continue reading “You are CHOOSING to be this way” – from my psychiatrist.
I had a terrible terrible terrible day yesterday. I didn’t sleep Tuesday night. I had planned to sleep yesterday while Angelina was at school. Only problem – I got a phone call at 9:30 that she was scratching and couldn’t stop, and she tells me she has a cough and needs to go to the dr. So, I got in the shower, planning to take her cream to the school and put it on her. Got a call from David while I was in the shower. Ang’s teacher had called and said that she thought Angelina was just trying to get out of doing her work. David’s opinion is that I not go get Ang and take her out of school. So, I went to the school with the cream. She didn’t want it. I told her I wasn’t taking her home and that there wasn’t anything more that I could do for her at home but to put the cream on her. So, she said ok. Took one little dot and put it on one of her knuckles and said she was ok. Continue reading What the HELL was I thinking? O, right. I wasn’t thinking.
I want to start this post off by saying that I know that there are people who will read this and know that I am talking about them. I am not trying to start shit. I am not trying to be mean, or flippant, or whatever. I just need to vent, and it is meant at people in general and not necessarily anyone specific. So, with that said… Continue reading I’m tired.
So, had an appt with Dr. C last Thursday. Got hit with a whammy. Apparently, the insurance NOW decides that I have to pay $60 a visit when for the past 5 months I have been paying $20. so not only was I supposed to come up with $60 when I was expecting to pay $20, but I also have a back balance of $150. WTF? So, I freaked out, started crying, and basically said that I guess I need to cancel my appt and find a new dr (not at all maliciously because I LOVE my pdoc) which made me feel even worse, because I NEEDED my meds. This was my month to get new scripts on everything. Continue reading Meds Schmeds