Psych

I missed my last psych appointment because I was scheduled to work before I could tell them I needed the day off. That was fine by me, things were going pretty well and I hate going. My appointment is now in five hours and I'm already stressing.

This time I asked the Snail to get up early and go with me because the half hour drive there alone is nerve-wracking. I'm already imagining that all kinds of things are going to go wrong with the car so that we're stranded halfway there but it's kind of comforting to know if anything happened I won't have to face it alone. I learned how to deal with the waiting room that's always full of loud-talking people going on about their meds and their groups, I tell the receptionist I'm there then wait in the hall. I have to meet with my caseworker and do paperwork which, for some reason I haven't been able to figure out, is always stressful for me. Talking with the psych is always rough, just getting them to hear me is a task in itself. At least when it's all over I don't have to endure the long drive back, I can sit quietly and try to gather my scattered nerves.