Was to pdoc today. Med. insurance won’t pay for a procedure he thinks I should have. Was to T last week. Med. insurance won’t pay for a program she thinks I should go into. If I could, I would like to grab the Med. insurance company by the balls and squeeze really really hard. (Sorry, I think that may be a sexist remark and it wasn’t meant to be.)
Mental illness is a joke! Oh, it is very real to those of us who have it, but to the rest of the world??????????? My pdoc says he cares about me, he’s very concerned about my mental state. “Are you safe?” B___ S___! I’m his patient. I’m paying the bill. I’ve been his patient a few years now. He is running out of options. Give me a break. But to make him feel better I made my next appointment. Ha!
My T says I can’t give up. She likes me too (wow). We’ll work together to get me through this. “Think about all the people who will miss you.” She hasn’t lost one yet. Well there is always a first time. I made my next appointment with her also just to play the game.
I quit! The how, when, where? NO. Do I know all the details? NO I would never post them on PC. Do I want to hurt the people I know and love, friends and family? NO Will I see my next birthday?
I’ve made myself a promise. No matter how low I feel, no matter how bad thing get, I will dance at my youngest son’s wedding. After that all bets are off. Besides I'm out of breath!