I rode with mom to another town to see her psychiatrist even though I wasn’t up to it. She decided to stop by Sonic on the way back. She floored the gas instead of the brake and we went through two big ditches and into a busy intersection. She is okay, the car is messed up and I broke my arm.

In other news, I lost my bupropion and asked my provider to call it in again. She was extremely hateful. I left a less than cordial message for her. I’m just done.