Help is on the Way...hopefully

Without going into too many specifics, I had a somewhat major meltdown today. I was too embarrassed/horrified with myself to call my sisters or any other family and bother them, so I called my husband. Since he doesn't have a job where he can leave to talk his wife down from a figurative cliff, he demanded that I called my best friend...because she has connections. And she is well aware of my special brand of Crazies. I love her.

Before I called her, I called every psychiatrist that is on my insurance list. None of them are taking new patients. I called Dr. E to see if she could pull some strings, but the phone lines were down. So I called my friend...and let her talk some sort of sense at me. Then I got off the phone, and drove across town to Dr. E's office, and decided I was going to stake out the waiting room until someone could come talk to me. Thankfully, that was a very short time. After talking in depth with the head nurse, I left with two prescriptions and a phone number for one of the therapists that turned me down because they aren't seeing new patients. Apparently, being referred by my doctor is enough to get me a slot. I also got the phone number for the "help line" and the address and driving directions to the psychiatric hospital, in case I need to admit myself before I can get an appointment. I guess they're covering all their bases.