Mark the day: Psych finally called
yesterday. That’s right, after my crises have been averted, I finally get a call back from the psychiatrists to make an appointment for next Tuesday. Of course, it’s not a day my husband has off or even works later in the afternoon. This means I have to find a babysitter the day before and put the dog somewhere. It’s also a day I don’t have any money, as we get paid again the end of next week.
I was scared to ask for a different day because of how long it took for them to give me THIS appointment. I don’t know. I might call back and just ask them when the next available appointment is so that I can just leave the dog and kid with the husband and be happily free of all the pre-planning. I must also add that I feel a sort of resentment toward this place already, as when I was in serious crisis cutting myself and threatening my life, the didn’t bother to call me. Only when I feel better overall was I able to get an appointment. I wonder sometimes if their is a Google cam on me all day showing different people what I do, so they can come to me AFTER the fact… UGH.










