Here is a little recap of everthing since Monday.
Monday: Went to the ..... *dramatic pause* Dermatalogist! omg. Waited 2 1/2 hours for a 15 minute look at. The guy was like, "at this point, the only thing we can do is treat it like a forest fire; do anything to make it go away." I blame my mom entirely for it.
Tuesday: Went to pick up the prescriptions from Costco (I'm cheap like that). Shopped around for a while. I also got some coissants! S C O R E ! ! !
Later that night: went to take one of the two prescriptons, but I read the info that came with it first. One of them was Doxepin, the other was Zyrtec, but Doxepin was what I need to take at night. Doxepin is an anti-depressant, a tricylic. Another use for it is apparently a reliever for itching, it may also help as a sedative. No, no way, nuh-uh. I know what that stuff does to a person, and I know what it does when you take down a hand full at once. I learned that lesson from Destiny. Also, the Zyrtec does not like you taking any form of tricylic.
In anger and upset, I called Chris. Kristine hasn't been a friend, and she even told me something along the lines of what was goind to happen to our friendship, and Dest is someone that I don't want to talk to; I'm still mad at her, because she has yet to (1)appologize for lying [she won't because I don't think she thinks she did anything wrong. I do.] and (2) probably is still associating with him. Who was I going to call? I was litterally panicking. Chris was the only one who knew about the whole ordeal.
So, we talked, and he managed to calm me down and make me forget about the whole problem. I didn't take the Doxeprin afterwards.
Wednesday: I didn't go to school because of the Dr.'s appointment. I met her, and she isn't that bad. I also learned a lot more about my father. He didn't have a heart attack. That sounds a lot better than what happened. Before his death, it is possible that he had an anurism, and later, on the day he was watching me, he possibly had a seizure and hit his head when he fell. A heart attack sounds better, but now I know that really couldn't have done something to help him.
I was asked more questions and blah blah blah. She said that I may start out with one-on-one and then move into a group kind of therapy kind of thing. I think the group thing will be kinda cool. I like meeting people, and the idea sounds good to me. But she is iffy on the group thing.
I also showed her the Doxepin thing, and she said that she would look into it.
After that: Got blood taken. Luckily for me, they only need to take blood once for the shitload of tests needed. (I find it odd that the Dermatologist will just randomly prescrivbe an AD without questions. The therapists are getting all these tests and he just hands them out. Odd.) Afterwards, I went home, ate, and then waited an hour and a half to have a five minute EKG done. After that we went to pick up one last prescription, a topical cream, and then FINALLY went home.
I sent an email to Chris, basically saying that if me calling him was a problem with him and Jackie or that he would have to hide it from her, then I wouldn't do it again. He said not to worry. As long as it's not an every night thing like it used to be. Yay?
Before Bed: I took the doxepin. And, that stuff does help you sleep through the night. I slept through a fire down the road. Firetrucks, helecopters, ambulances, cop cars. Nothing. I was out like a rock.
Today: That kid Damian, the one I talked about once or twice. Likes my ex-bestfriend. He was like, "So you and Eric are not going to get back together, right?"
Oh wells.
So, yeah. I think the Doxepin or the Zyrtec gave me a major stomach ache. And during the first three periods, I was still waking up.
So, yeah. I bet that only two people will read this, but whatever. My therapist knows about this, and, hell, if she wants the link, I'll give it to her, too. All she has to do is ASK.
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< that is the saddest face I have ever seen. 
