The title says how the weekend was. I'm still only on 2 out 4-5 meds needed to make Rebecca a "nice/calm" person. I've been fighting aka yelling/screaming at everyone this weekend. It doesn't seem to matter that I know it's wrong, I just don't give a damn. I'm so tired of trying to be brave and strong for everyone but I just can't do it anymore. The "impending doom" feeling is looming every so close lately and I just feel so compelled to fall into it. But I know I can't and that brings me to ....
I called my pdoc this morning and told the person answering the phone everything that needed to be communicated in order for him to understand that I'm in a Living Hell. My pdoc (pdoc for 10 yrs) is off until Thursday. What you talking about Willis?
So I asked for the pdoc that say me in the hospital ... she's out until tomorrow .... Our you fucking serious??????
By the end of the phone call, I was actually able to accomplish a phone call from my pdoc from his house to mine some time today along with an appointment scheduled for Thursday when he gets back in the office.
Moral of the story, I should've called last week, but was so damn confused (still am) and disoriented I didn't know which end was up.
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