16 12 / 2011
3 weeks later…
I had a doctor’s appointment three weeks ago yesterday. At that appointment, I talked to her and my mother about going on meds for anxiety and panic disorder. Everything was great; mum agreed to fax information as soon as she could.
I hadn’t heard anything about it - no follow up, nothing - so I decided to ask. I found out that my mother had not even touched the stuff she was supposed to forward.
That pissed me off. When I say something as serious as that, I mean it. I want to go on meds to get rid of this. She obviously doesn’t realize this, which is why she let it go for so long. Then she was telling me other things. It sounded like she doesn’t want me to go on them. She does not understand me at all.
Ugh. This is so frustrating.
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