I am sitting here waiting on my pdoc appt. I think it’s a waste of time as she is passing me off to someone else next time but I need my meds. I woke up full of worry that I didn’t put in asking for today off. I’m using my coping skills I’ve learned in therapy that it’s my mom’s voice nagging me. Making me think the worst. If it wasn’t for the meds I’m sure it be a painful day for me but they take the edge off. I’m thankful for them though I hate them too. It’s a double edge sword.