For some reason my doctor didn’t put me on spiro, which pisses me off because he said he was going to. Now I have to wait till next Tuesday to see another doctor who may or may not prescribe it for me. I'm so damn sick of waiting. If they don't give it to me the first thing I'm doing when I get home is I'm ordering it from the internet. I'm trying so hard to do this the right way, but it's one issue after the other.
I'm still paying out of pocket for my therapist as the VA has completely failed me. I was actually supposed to call them today to fire my shrink and complain, but I forgot. I'll have to put that on my to do list for Monday. (There, just put it in Google calendar. “Fire Shrink, 0900.”
Is it normal that my fingers are tingly?
Things are doing ok otherwise, but the fact that this thread has been left dangling regarding my medication is bothering the fuck out of me and it's hard to think about anything else. I think I'm taking an extra long walk tonight to hopefully clear my head.
On the social front, or lack thereof, I was looking up http://www.meetup.com/cities/us/ca/san_diego/ to maybe see if there's a group or club or something I could join to try and meet new people and not a single one of them appealed to me. Am I so weird that I can't find anyone with my same interests? Fuck, if it wasn’t for the internet I'd have no fucking contact with the outside world what-so-ever. I'll keep trying. What's funny is that before Page I didn’t have this burning need to socialize and connect with other people. Now I just want to go out and fucking do something.
This is officially my most profanity-laden blog post ever. Hurray!
I'm obviously wearing my angry pants tonight. Time to go decompress.
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