I saw the therapist today.
My therapist's name is Tina. She's a very sweet Asian girl... well, I say girl. She's not a girl, she's a grown woman, but the way she talks and acts makes her very girlish. Anyway, she's very sweet. She was very understanding. She got my psychologist, Dr. Painintheass (no, it's not his real name, but it is fitting) on the phone as soon as she could, and she talked to me and kept me calm.
And then Dr. Pita called, and he was very upset that I'd stopped taking my medicine. When I tried to explain to him that it wasn't working, he pretty much told me that couldn't be true. Then he told me that I had to follow his directions, and start taking the medicine that didn't work again, or he'd drop my case.
Nice thing to tell someone who's had the kind of week I've had.
So, here I am, looking at the $65 worth of medicine I just bought that I know won't help, and feeling shitty and awful. I ate a mini cupcake, but it didn't make me feel any better. I played with my son, but that really just made me feel worse, because now he's in bed, and I miss him, and at the same time, I want to be as far away from him as possible.
God I'm a bad mom.
I have a 6 hour shift to work tomorrow for this big conference in our department, and I'm just hoping that Sookie Stackhouse and lots of coffee can keep me occupied so I don't get nutty in front of visiting scholars. Then, spring break starts. And that's a battle in and of itself.