Another day of struggling

[Cammy]

Another night of struggle has come upon us. We are safe, but feel lousy. We are SO angry that our meds got messed up and now have none until who knows when. My regular GP, who has been my friend, doctor, and anchor for over 20 years, who first realized I was DID, and who totally understands us, has been on indefinite leave for several months now due to severe, unrelenting depression. We have been left with doctors who don't understand/realize/have a clue...who haven't stood by me and witnessed the last 20+ years to know that you just don't casually overlook giving me my medication when I run out (especially when I did everything that I was asked to do to make it happen). I hope they're all having a jolly good weekend with their "whoops, I knew there was something I forgot to do before I left in a huge hurry for holidays Thursday, oh well, tee-hee, these things happen". Meanwhile I pay the price for an oversight borne out of sheer apathy. I even talked to the doctor on the phone when my car had the flat and she told me what to do and how we could get around it. I specifically informed her that both myself and my mother were completely out of medication, and that it was urgent that these Rx get filled. You would think that just might have stuck out in her mind a wee bit. MY doctor would never have let this happen. He was too often witness to the consequences. He understood the gravity and urgency of the situation. I'm tired of explaining, of justifying, of proving, of having to educate and edify, over and over and over again.