Bed: Do Want
I had awful dreams all night.
Kevin had two nieces and a nephew and one niece died of breast cancer and the nephew stepped in front of a train and was killed. Kevin left me for someone thinner than me. A fox had a german-shepherd-fox-hybrid baby in my closet and it peed all over and when I went to get newspapers to housetrain it, the student worker who never shows up was there. The dude ringing up my newspaper started asking me about a vocational rehabilitation program that our office offered that I wasn't aware even existed, and the student worker answered all the questions and made me look like an idiot. I went to work and one of my coworkers was talking about the Chinese Zodiac and I told her about how since I was born in the Year of the Dog, I was really, really selfish. All the time, no, really, it's part of why Kevin left me. And I found out Bobby had a blog and he was reading my posts and then talking smack about me on his.
I woke up feeling awful and sad and exhausted because I kept waking up on and off all night. I somehow managed to worm my way under the fitted sheet and my side of the bed was completely destroyed. Well, it normally is, but it was worse this time. So now I'm really, really tired.
Also, it turns out my script for the antidepressants was rejected because, since I had a three-week break in employment, I am essentially a "brand new member" under my insurance plan. And since I'm "brand new" now, they don't have the information on file that I already went through their 'well, first you should try Prozac (which makes me want to punch everyone in the face), and then you should try this other thing, and THEN we'll let you maybe try the Lexapro' process. Which means I have to have them fax me a release form which I will have to sign and fax back to them so they can get my records from my previous doctor and psychologist so they can re-write the script and call it BACK in to Wal-Mart so I can wait for the insurance company to authorize the script so they can fill it so I can pick it up.
WTF! I am trying to be less crazy and this is not helping me be less crazy. I had to go sit by the creek out in the field between the apartment complex and the next house over on Friday to chill out. :( My sinuses hated me. There was GRASS.
Kevin had two nieces and a nephew and one niece died of breast cancer and the nephew stepped in front of a train and was killed. Kevin left me for someone thinner than me. A fox had a german-shepherd-fox-hybrid baby in my closet and it peed all over and when I went to get newspapers to housetrain it, the student worker who never shows up was there. The dude ringing up my newspaper started asking me about a vocational rehabilitation program that our office offered that I wasn't aware even existed, and the student worker answered all the questions and made me look like an idiot. I went to work and one of my coworkers was talking about the Chinese Zodiac and I told her about how since I was born in the Year of the Dog, I was really, really selfish. All the time, no, really, it's part of why Kevin left me. And I found out Bobby had a blog and he was reading my posts and then talking smack about me on his.
I woke up feeling awful and sad and exhausted because I kept waking up on and off all night. I somehow managed to worm my way under the fitted sheet and my side of the bed was completely destroyed. Well, it normally is, but it was worse this time. So now I'm really, really tired.
Also, it turns out my script for the antidepressants was rejected because, since I had a three-week break in employment, I am essentially a "brand new member" under my insurance plan. And since I'm "brand new" now, they don't have the information on file that I already went through their 'well, first you should try Prozac (which makes me want to punch everyone in the face), and then you should try this other thing, and THEN we'll let you maybe try the Lexapro' process. Which means I have to have them fax me a release form which I will have to sign and fax back to them so they can get my records from my previous doctor and psychologist so they can re-write the script and call it BACK in to Wal-Mart so I can wait for the insurance company to authorize the script so they can fill it so I can pick it up.
WTF! I am trying to be less crazy and this is not helping me be less crazy. I had to go sit by the creek out in the field between the apartment complex and the next house over on Friday to chill out. :( My sinuses hated me. There was GRASS.