My insurance is no longer active and I called to refill my prescription on Thursday. My pill-pusher won’t see me without an appointment–I cannot afford therapy without insurance.
Isn’t life grand?
When in a drought, you might die of thirst.
Without Xanax I’m fine, I guess. After 5 years of panxiety attacks, I’ve learned that at least I’m not dying when a major one comes on. Although, anxiety breeds anxiety and the attacks sometimes disable this cognitive fact. It must be this vise pressurizing my brain, leaving me nonverbally insane.
🎼Insane in the membrane
🎼Insane in the brain
I only have a week of my Zoloft left. Hopefully he’ll still refill that script… I’m not sure I can deal with another SSRI withdrawal.
I’m only taking 1/2 of the buspar he’s prescribed. So there’s at least 4 weeks left in that cache.
Tonight I am taking in Vitamin D from the sun and anxiety relief from the vodka… On a weeknight.
Ugh, not this again.