About 4 am I could not stand another minute and decided to go to the ER , Yes it got that bad.

Least "Mr Preacher Man" poor *** doctor wasn't there. Instead I got Mr I'm a "SmugBastard "type.

I could go on a rant and details... Fact is it does not matter not one bit. My husband acts pissed because I went to the er to begin with. I will remember next time to drive own damn self.

I have enough ***** to deal with, I really don't need to deal with Doctors and nurses that look down there nose at my Bipolar. I suppose it would be better to be the crackhead in the next room.