Here we go again. Now I am taking too many meds. When I get a migrane one of my eyes gets droopy and I called my neurologist to get his opinion about it and he called me back today. Well I forgot to take my phone with me so dad answered it while I was gone at therapy. Huge mistake on my part. My doctor said it wasn't anything to worry about but my dad said that he thought I took too many meds and that I wouldn't find happiness in a bottle. Most of the meds I take aren't psych related. I didn't get a chance to tell him this as he walked out of the room and then out the door.

It just kills me to not ever be able to do anything right. I try and try but can't ever please him and am just so frustrated. I don't know what else I can do.

Jan