Well the intake person from the hospital called and they dont' have any beds this weekend so I made an appointment for Monday at 5 for after I get off of work.

I called my mom to tell her what was going on that I would be bringing Tyger to her tomorrow just in case they put me in then he would already be out there and I wouldn't have to worry about him. She said ok and we hung up.

Well the doodoo hit the fan with dad. He called me back told me that I need to quit acting like a baby, that there is nothing wrong with me. He says my meds are to blame and I am to go off of them. I told him the only way I can do that and still stay safe it to be in the hospital. He told me that isn't true and then a few more choice words.

I was told if I go to the hospital he will write me off. I said ok then I will be coming out to get my checkbook and then go to the bank and change the signature card so I can write checks not him. He told me if I do that I owe him immediately $2,000 for my car. He also told me that I am exhausting everybody that no one is going to want to be my friend anymore as I am bringing everyone down.

I am even worse and I can't go to the hospital because I need my dad to talk to me so I can get money etc. He also told me that we would be tightening the reins on my money so I don't run out in the middle of the month and that I will no longer be given money for cigarettes.

Gosh Darn I HATE MY LIFE!!!!!