I'm up late again this morning, it has become my usual routine. Pretty funny for an almost in her fifties woman to NOT be able to get her old butt out of bed in the mornings. I can't say if all the sleeping is physical or mental. Either way, it's completely out of character for me.
My big doctor day was a bust. My first appoointment was with a shrink. Yes, a therapist. No, I am not proud of it, and yes, I still think the whole deal is hokey - I make fun of dr phil, you all know that. But if I don't get some kind of help soon, I am going to be forced to do something that would be completely out of character for me. It's hell to need help, at least for me. I am the HELPER, not the HELPEE. In any event, it went okay, she decided that I am depressed. Umm..yes. I know that, all of you here know that, even Ray Charles could see that...(if he weren't dead). So, medication is in order, and that was a relief because I do need it. She is only a therapist, and cannot prescribe and I knew that before I saw her, but no problem, as I was on the way to see my neurologist right after, and I knew he would be more than helpful with the prescription. However, a funny thing happened on the way to see him. My appointment was cancelled. AGAIN. By him. "The doctor is sick, we have to cancel your appointment". That was left on my machine, about an hour before I was to be there. I have tried to call them, I have left a message, I have heard nothing back. So, I am left wondering what the hell to do now. And--I am still in raging physical pain, and needing a scrip for medication that will keep me from going postal on the women in my office... And I am seriously worried about my doc - there must be something terribly wrong.
A day in the life of me.
How are things in your world?
Happy Friday. :)