I waited all morning to meet the Psych team. I have had a headache all day so this didn’t help my mood. I didn’t get much accomplished in the meeting. They went over my history, again, and caught up to where I am today. I don’t have much hope of them helping me.
I am only here because my therapist and psychiatrist wanted me here. I am hoping to get out of here Monday. I hate being here. I am still pretty depressed. Doc might play with my meds. I don’t know if there is much hope there.
I am really depressed about my baseball team. Two of my favorite pitchers have been traded to different teams. I have predicted that one of the teams will make it to the world series this year. I have decided not to follow the rest of the season. I am too upset.