BBQLover
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- Sep 1, 2015
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I was booked with zany 5 years ago when my grandma was dying. I was the only one in the area taking care of her and lived through the five days of the death breathing. Started out at 1 then later two then later three a day. Last year lost insurance and couldn't afford to see same doc. New doc said only 1 a day which resulted in contacting friends for a bit. Finally saw the wonderful NP there and she upped me to two a day.
Lots of stress since I inherited the building she owned so I admit taking more when I felt a lot of stress with tenants and bills. Of course I would run out early and found this place but when you don't have the money there is nothing you can do. I'd say for a year I'd go 3 to 5 days without one. I don't sleep and I look like a strung out drug addict. Did it again about 2 weeks ago and my friend was coming over with some. I was waiting in the back and all I remember was her saying I'm calling 911.
I just remember sitting on the back porch thinking why is she doing that? They came. I was confused as shit. Couldn't remember the day and just knew I was spacy. My ankle was bleeding and they wanted to take me but I refused. They even just wanted to treat my ankle right there but things were coming back and it's a small town and I just wanted them to leave since I knew one of them. After they left she came back with them but I was pissed. (I'm not anymore). I still didn't believe anything had happened until I woke up the next day. I had bit my lip so hard and every muscle in my body ached.
Sorry this is so long but I finally have an appointment with a psychiatrist in two weeks. Do I tell the truth about the seizure? Will they just cut me off? I hate living this way.
Lots of stress since I inherited the building she owned so I admit taking more when I felt a lot of stress with tenants and bills. Of course I would run out early and found this place but when you don't have the money there is nothing you can do. I'd say for a year I'd go 3 to 5 days without one. I don't sleep and I look like a strung out drug addict. Did it again about 2 weeks ago and my friend was coming over with some. I was waiting in the back and all I remember was her saying I'm calling 911.
I just remember sitting on the back porch thinking why is she doing that? They came. I was confused as shit. Couldn't remember the day and just knew I was spacy. My ankle was bleeding and they wanted to take me but I refused. They even just wanted to treat my ankle right there but things were coming back and it's a small town and I just wanted them to leave since I knew one of them. After they left she came back with them but I was pissed. (I'm not anymore). I still didn't believe anything had happened until I woke up the next day. I had bit my lip so hard and every muscle in my body ached.
Sorry this is so long but I finally have an appointment with a psychiatrist in two weeks. Do I tell the truth about the seizure? Will they just cut me off? I hate living this way.