tomorrow is the dreaded trip to the psychiatrist. here's the worst part:
him: "medicine working okay?"
me: "yes." (thinking - i can't make anyone understand that NONE of this medicine helps me sleep!)
him" "did you get your blood work?"
me: "no." (thinking - i haven't gone to get the blood tests you ordered and NO, i'm NOT going to get my blood drawn. i'm here for PTSD and anxiety - don't add to my stress!)
him: "amy, you have to do it. it won't hurt."
me. "LIAR!" (thinking - i HATE you, you vampire!)
all that and it's supposed to rain all day tomorrow just like it has today. my appointment is at 8:45 - will be finished by 9:00 and then i have an hour and a half until work - i won't waste the gas to come back home. i have $2 cash, no food, no money in the bank, less than half a tank of gas, running low on dog and cat food, 3 more days of work this week and payday isn't until friday so there's no where to go.
this morning i was going through my tin of "state quarters" trying to talk myself into parting with them. i managed to find 6 doubles. that's $1.50 of my $2. if things don't pick up i will cash in the 50 quarters for $12.50 worth of pet food.
anxiety level = high.
grace and peace
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