Dear T,

I see you on Wednesday, in two days. I hope you're not mad at me for leaving you a desperate message on Thursday afternoon. But I guess your help doesn't matter anymore anyways since I managed to get a hold of my psychiatrist (finally!!).

Whatever.

I just wish you would've said something to me instead of leaving me hanging. I could've sworn you said you were working on Thursday and Friday, but it's totally possible I misunderstood or got things mixed up. Though if you were working on both Thursday and Friday, you have some serious explaining to do. (And assuming you were working, you should have at least called back to tell me, "no, I can't help you, but you can look at XYZ resources." That's the least you could've done. I wouldn't argue with you over the phone.)

Seriously, why don't you see what it's like to hallucinate and get paranoia while your psychiatrist takes a million years to get back to you? That's why I called you. Get it now? It took my psychiatrist two days to get back to me and to change my meds, and honestly, he doesn't give a sh_t since he's leaving the practice anyways. So I guess you're the only one who could give a sh_t... but I don't know if you do or not. I will confront you about it on Wednesday, though, and we'll find out the answer real quick.