For those in this world who don't suffer from any form of mental illness let alone one like ours 6 little pills as you said isn't anything to them. But for someone like us 6 little pills can mean the difference between life and death at times. We can understand the fear you are going through as we go through it daily and look at our bottles every day just to check the refill date just to know we are going to have enough so that we don't run out. We panic as the days count down closer to the refill date hoping that we will have enough. Even just tonight we are staying at a cousins house who also has mental health issue and she ran out of meds so we went to pick them up only to find out that her medicaid wasn't re-approved like it was supposed to be so she couldn't get her medications tonight unless she paid $300 that she did not have. Panic attack city for her which in turn of course set mine off as well as I know how she feels. So for the "normal" people in the world simple little things like that may not seem like such a big deal but to people like us it is the worst fear in the world. And after what you just went through we can't blame you for being scared. Please keep us updated on what happens as we will be worried now as well for you. Thinking good thoughts and sending positive thoughts and feelings your way!!
(04-15-2013, 11:44 PM)Igraine Wrote: I'm scared. I have a D appointment on Thursday. My meds are going to run out AGAIN before then. So I got the drugstore to fax a request for just six pills to get us through to Thursday so I don't have to go through the whole anxiety/panic terror attack again. Only...now I'm too scared to phone the drugstore to see if the order was approved. I mean, really scared. If I phone and find out that the prescription isn't there, I'm going to freak out. I keep thinking maybe it's better to have a couple more okay days before I find out I've been left in the ditch at the side of the road again. If the meds aren't there that's only two days of suffering. If I find out now, I'll start freaking out now. At the very latest I'll have to call by Wednesday morning because that's when there will be nothing left. So tired of this. On Thursday I hope to get this sorted out in person once and for all. Wrote it all out for the D so nothing gets missed. If I'm too messed up to talk, at least my written notes are already made up and were done while I was still okay. I wish sometimes that I wasn't such a coward, but the memory of what I just went through is still really raw and fresh, and I can't think straight about this yet. Just six little pills. Nothing to them, everything to me.