PCP, Psychiatrist, mom, pupper.
The insurance company said to see the PCP one last time about the medicine I need before I change over. Yay! I don't suffer.
The psychiatrist put me on buspar to get me through the anxiety. Mom failed to pick it up. Of course she did... Also... She had her bank account overdraw so when I got into the car to visit the psychiatrist I had a panic attack from her driving and screaming and slamming things inside of the car... I'm surprised her phone didn't shatter.
She also threatens to kill the dog she's sitting. He escaped his small boxed in area so she kept ripping him off the floor and tossing him back every time he escaped being as he kept moving the boxes. I know she's probably not gonna really murder it but sheesh...