Let Loose the Hounds of Hell

Last night I took .5 Xanax after I got a call from the clinic. The doctor wanted me to come in earlier and talk about my mammogram results. Now the breast clinic, DBC, had already sent me a letter stating I had spots on my mammogram and they wanted to follow it up with a sonogram.

We were at odds yesterday and it carried to today. This morning while taking relative out of home we got into a verbal fight. Told me to go home walking. Guess what I did. I let out curses and was planning to walk to local diner to get away from fight. After dropping relative off relation got in car and caught up to me. Angrily signaling to get in the car. I was pissed. I didn't want to.

We drove arguing for a while. Upon reaching the house we sat in the car and continued to Argue. We each shouted ou our points at each other.

We finally got to the doctor. The gremlins were playing with my records. First they couldn't find my file. Then, when they found it, they couldn't find the results from DBC. I called DBC and left a message for them to call the clinic and re-fax my results.

Finally 30 minutes later I'm finally Seen by the doctor. My case manager and my relation join me in the patient room. The nurse practitioner tells me there us a 1.0 cm dense area in my left outer upper quadrant. They will follow up with a sonogram. I got that letter about the sonogram appt. already.

After the session relation picks up our relative while I have a therapy walk with my case manager. Talking with the case manager helps me to relieve stress. St two I called my relation to pick me up. Both come and get me. We eat lunch at Subway. I had comfort food. Soup, salad and a drink. Meatball sandwich, vegetable beef soup, and lemonade.

My therapist saw me before my appt. and told me expect a call this evening to follow up. My therapist was fully booked. I was reminded, this evening during the phone call, that the staff was there for me.