Yes, I am flipping out. I shouted at my husband that the he's f*ckin' cracked if he thinks I'm going on vacation with him.
I kissed my pride goodbye and called my pdoc to f*ckin ask for benzos. I have five half Milligram pills until Wed aftrenoon. So make that Thursday. No Valium until tomorrow. Another stupid scrip bungle. I have to dig into the back of my closet
and hopefully find some expired hateful klonopin.
I am spitting mad right now and feel trapped. What is wrong with me? Am I
flipping manic too?
Great. Just F*ck*ng great. I suppose the emsam will go bye -bye, and I can get back to work on my glass menagerie.
I can find nothing to support maoi
usage and fibromyalgia. I am still poking along for waitning for some fibro doc who will magically prescibe med I can tolerate.
Boy do I ever need some good dbt.
Sh*t.
[End (I hope) of semi-annual rant.]
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