Monday, August 01, 2011
Today I am off to a different doctor to state my case. I have arrived at the point where I need supplemental help to deal with anxiety, stress and unhappiness. The situation with Problem Child isn't getting better - in fact after her latest come-apart, my husband informed her mother that we needed a break and she needs to go live with her for awhile. Her response? Oh, she doesn't want to.
I KNEW Problem Child wouldn't go, but I was also really counting on a break. I had my version of a nervous breakdown this weekend, yanked myself back together after some very sweet and heartfelt advice from my parents, and made the appointment with the doctor.
I owe it to my husband and the three kids who don't make trouble to be more present, more under control, and happier. I'm going to request blood work to check up on any low levels of all the necessary fluids required to run this old carcass, and see if maybe she can figure out why I've been so dizzy lately. I'm not leaving without a prescription for whatever they call antidepressants these days, either.