The other day my supervisor pissed me off to the point that I wanted to choke her out. Just squeeze her tubby little head until her eyes popped. And I'm not even the one with PSTD!
On my way home I stopped by the drug store with the script I got more than a week ago just to ask how much of the $250 was covered by my insurance. $33 is my cost? You don't say? Fill it!
I hate the way anti depressants make me feel for at least the first 2 weeks. Nauseous, tired and like a zombie. But no tears or fits of psychotic rage. So now, I am on both anti anxiety and anti depressants. Maybe this is long overdue.
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W has been out of town all week. Today I get an email announcing that he is going to see his dad for a week at the end of Aug. Really? I thought we were both going, now its just him? I never see him and now he is vacationing without me.
We had a little chat when he got home. He suddenly recalled the conversation where I had been included in that trip. He apologized. Somewhere in there, it became a camping trip for just him and his dad and he just forgot about me. Love my meds......... because I got over it.
We are going on a little road trip this weekend. Just waiting on him to get his stuff ready.
Its really about shit for his car, but I am excited to be included.
Hopefully it is a good thing.
And he has his first apt with the counselor next week.
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