I'm alright today.

My daughter told me she loved me, for the first time spontaneously. Melted my heart.

I'm annoyed because there's some sort of issue going on with the new clinic getting my records from when I was inpatient in january. I went to the hospital and the record lady said she faxed my information when I went in on monday, and she refaxed everything today. I don't know what the situation is here! The information has been faxed twice! They won't even schedule me an appointment until they get everything! Now I'm waiting for new clinic to call me back. I'm so frustrated with this whole situation! I need help! At this rate I'm not going to get an appointment with this new pdoc until september. Seriously. I'm safe right now. I'm not into self harm, like cutting and stuff (sight of blood makes me want to puke), and my husband has all my meds, even ones I'm not taking (like that worthless bottle of lorazepam, and that stupid doxepin for that matter).

I can't stop crying about my grandma. I had to actually text my sister again just to learn she's in surgery and having a pacemaker put in. I'm such a black sheep my family doesn't even bother to let me know what's going on without me asking!