I’m sitting in Dr. Bishop’s office waiting. I filled out the questionnaire and completely blanked out on my meds. Unbelievable. I am feeling worse by the minute.
I do NOT want to go to a hospital. Not now.
I just hope I remember everything I have to talk about: the violent thoughts, Otezla, and the surgery.
I think that’s all. I feel calmer having listed those out. There will be a plan, I know it. That’s what I am paying for. That’s what he is trained for. It’s going to be all right.
Not Quite Right 