Sorry if I am a mess today. Before I went to lie down and rest, I got the mail. Stupid $1700 bill there for being taken to the psych ER and assessed. I was not given a choice. Well, let me put it 2 ways; I was told I could walk out to the police car with them willingly or get handcuffed. So I chose the first option. They took forever evaluating me on the psych ER and released me to H with no hold.

I called today about the bill, was told I need to drive there and sign a paper to clear it up. This is in the Houston medical center. I get panic attacks driving there. I can’t drive there. I lost it to the person on the phone, yelling lots of f words. She said they were open until 6; couldn’t H and my daughter drive there then? No. By the time we get home from school (she needs the bathroom and such), it is after 4 PM. That would be the driving in rush hour traffic hoping they get there in time. I can’t make H stay home from work over something so stupid, and we do not even have $1700 to pay. It was either scream or sob on the phone, and I wasn’t thinking, that’s a psych ER, so hopefully I don’t get another ride there.

I called the local police (yes, used non-emergency number) once I calmed down, but the lady at the desk couldn’t help me. She took down my info for a sergeant to call. I hope he just calls and does not just show up here. I am about to lose it completely, break down into tears