just can't seem to get it together
I've been a wreck since yesterday afternoon. Crying on and off, all over not being able to go to work today. I ended up calling my boss and telling him exactly what was going on: sitter is sick and I had no one to watch my daughter. Then this morning Alicia and I go in to urgent care, to be seen by a Dr. just in case I need a note, and the Dr. refuses to see us. He was at the receptionist desk when we came in and he talked to us for a bit, said our ymptoms are normal and will last for weeks (possibly) and that there was no reason for a co-pay or paperwork. At least we saved the co-pay.
Then I check my voice mails (wow) and my psychiatrist called about my lab results. My lithium levels are so low that she is increasing my dosage. And now I'm wondering if an inadequate dosage is what's causing my 'bouts of crying and depression. I'm hoping that's what is responsible. I took an extra pill and two anxiety pills when I got home, hoping to level out, but when my dad just called to find out what happened with Alicia today I broke down in tears, again.
I keep thinking of myself as a victim. I'm the one suffering because I can't go to work and there could be possible repercussions from my time off. My mom said she's been in this situation many times, and with my dad being in the military he was never around to help out when my sister or I were sick and needed watching. Looking at it like that, I could have it worse. I could have no one to go to, I could be on my own without any support. Today I'm going to call Diana around noon and find out if she can watch Alicia tomorrow, then have enough time to plan accordingly.
At 10:40am today, there's nothing I can do. Today is marching right along and it is what it is. I can march along with it, or stay in the shadows, depressed and crying.
Then I check my voice mails (wow) and my psychiatrist called about my lab results. My lithium levels are so low that she is increasing my dosage. And now I'm wondering if an inadequate dosage is what's causing my 'bouts of crying and depression. I'm hoping that's what is responsible. I took an extra pill and two anxiety pills when I got home, hoping to level out, but when my dad just called to find out what happened with Alicia today I broke down in tears, again.
I keep thinking of myself as a victim. I'm the one suffering because I can't go to work and there could be possible repercussions from my time off. My mom said she's been in this situation many times, and with my dad being in the military he was never around to help out when my sister or I were sick and needed watching. Looking at it like that, I could have it worse. I could have no one to go to, I could be on my own without any support. Today I'm going to call Diana around noon and find out if she can watch Alicia tomorrow, then have enough time to plan accordingly.
At 10:40am today, there's nothing I can do. Today is marching right along and it is what it is. I can march along with it, or stay in the shadows, depressed and crying.