I went through horrible hell getting to a new psychiatrist. Was so terrified that I couldn't drive myself there. Husband had to take a day off work to take me. First appointment was tolerable enough to schedule a second appointment, but we still don't know if the insurance is going to work out. Doc made one small med adjustment.

I am, as you can well imagine, still in hellish misery. Day before yesterday husband said, "What's the matter? You saw the new psychiatrist, I don't get it...."

He doesn't understand why I am in a semi-homicidal mood (not really, but you understand the strength of the emotion) over that comment.