I hate my mom's ringback song.
This month has been one of the worst of my life. Not as bad as February 2006, but then again, I don't think anything will ever top that.
Basically, I want to kill my health insurance company because instead of giving me the info/address to a psychiatrist's office, they gave me the info/address to a mental hospital. So a couple of Saturdays ago, I spent the whole day locked in there while they debated whether I belonged there or not. They wanted me to go to group therapy for 3 hours a day, five days a week if they were going to let me out. I suppose me having a breakdown didn't help their decision much, but, hello, I have been locked in crazy jail before and don't ever want to do it again! Eventually, they realized that, hey, this girl is a functioning bipolar with a job and everything so they let me go. What a fucking nightmare.
Then there's work, which I don't even want to get into other than to say that if I work one more 60 hour week, I'm going to hurl myself out the window.
I am on vacation now though. Took an extra day off the long weekend, so don't have to work again until Wednesday. Mom and I are going to the Randolph Street Market tomorrow and I plan to spend the rest of the time with the dogs and/or at the beach.
Although I suppose I should finish editing my Big Bang considering that my posting date is in like early June or something. Plus I would like to finish writing some of the other stuff lingering on my hard drive.
tl;dr So, how about those [insert sport team here]?
Basically, I want to kill my health insurance company because instead of giving me the info/address to a psychiatrist's office, they gave me the info/address to a mental hospital. So a couple of Saturdays ago, I spent the whole day locked in there while they debated whether I belonged there or not. They wanted me to go to group therapy for 3 hours a day, five days a week if they were going to let me out. I suppose me having a breakdown didn't help their decision much, but, hello, I have been locked in crazy jail before and don't ever want to do it again! Eventually, they realized that, hey, this girl is a functioning bipolar with a job and everything so they let me go. What a fucking nightmare.
Then there's work, which I don't even want to get into other than to say that if I work one more 60 hour week, I'm going to hurl myself out the window.
I am on vacation now though. Took an extra day off the long weekend, so don't have to work again until Wednesday. Mom and I are going to the Randolph Street Market tomorrow and I plan to spend the rest of the time with the dogs and/or at the beach.
Although I suppose I should finish editing my Big Bang considering that my posting date is in like early June or something. Plus I would like to finish writing some of the other stuff lingering on my hard drive.
tl;dr So, how about those [insert sport team here]?