Blue river.
So, I've mentioned before that I'm off my meds because health insurance companies suck and it takes forever and a fucking day to get in to see a psychiatrist, any psychiatrist. Anyway, being off my meds is a bad idea. Bad, bad, bad idea.
Long story short, I told my boss I'm taking some time off work for medical reasons. Kind of. Like, I'm working from home but not on a normal schedule. Or for 40 hours a week. And I won't be coming back until July 14th at the earliest, which is the day after my psych appointment. Oh and of course I forgot that I'm supposed to watch Vinni from the 15th until sometime the following week. Yeah so there goes my brand new couch because there's no way I can be off for so long and then come back only to work from home full-time for a week.
I feel really bad about leaving everyone in the lurch, but I'd rather remove myself from the situation before I get completely out of control. Right now I'm moving so fast between manic and depressed that I can't even keep up and my period is so, so late and so my PMS is just making it all worse.
I haven't told my family that I'm doing this though because they will flip the fuck out. So I have to find some way to play normal on Friday when we meet up for the Taste of Chicago. And also explain why I can't take Vinni or why I have to go to work during that week when I already told them I'd be off. Or I can lie about that too.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Fuck fuck.
Fuck.
Long story short, I told my boss I'm taking some time off work for medical reasons. Kind of. Like, I'm working from home but not on a normal schedule. Or for 40 hours a week. And I won't be coming back until July 14th at the earliest, which is the day after my psych appointment. Oh and of course I forgot that I'm supposed to watch Vinni from the 15th until sometime the following week. Yeah so there goes my brand new couch because there's no way I can be off for so long and then come back only to work from home full-time for a week.
I feel really bad about leaving everyone in the lurch, but I'd rather remove myself from the situation before I get completely out of control. Right now I'm moving so fast between manic and depressed that I can't even keep up and my period is so, so late and so my PMS is just making it all worse.
I haven't told my family that I'm doing this though because they will flip the fuck out. So I have to find some way to play normal on Friday when we meet up for the Taste of Chicago. And also explain why I can't take Vinni or why I have to go to work during that week when I already told them I'd be off. Or I can lie about that too.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Fuck fuck.
Fuck.