Off to see the wizard today. CC is supposed to pick me up between 8-8:15am for my 9am appointment with someone to over see my psych meds. I googled the name but whoever this person is it is not a doctor. Doesn't give me confidence as this is the same place that nearly killed me before. They had. Me on a combination that was physically altering my blood, I was very sick and don't remember much, I think the PCP said it was the blood syndrome, this place refused to believe it and told my PCP that I was making it up to get off drugs! Never went back until today. Nervous as hell but there is no other choices available for those on dual medicaid and medicare. Not a lot of confidence in this place even though it's been about 10 years.

I've been getting by on a combination of healthy eating, no sugar, no processed food, exercising and doing what I love, pottery and school. Had friends sort of like me in that we're all deaf. But after I got septic from an infection it all started falling apart. The so called friends left when I refused to drink on pain meds and I got pissed and told them they were addicts. I couldn't go to school, I could barely walk. It ended up that I had to have back surgery and that left me helpless for awhile. Alone in a second story walk up with no one to help me here. I went down the black pit and don't know any way out.