fucking aggravated blog 4801

Fucking aggravated

I messaged the NP that ordered the holter monitor and she sent me a provider letter which basically said to me that everything is fine. I messaged back that how could everything be fine when I had these things and the palpitations were still ongoing. The nurse responds saying things is normal blah blah blah. I tell her I am still having the palpitations more frequently and now I am getting short of breath at short distances. Going around the block gets me winded and going up the stairs does too. I am waiting for a response.

I am in anxiety mode over this. Like what the fuck. I see my psychiatrist tomorrow and if the pcp says this this normal, I am asking for an increase in Ativan because there is no way one pill a day is going to get me through this shit. I am so anxious right now I just took one because I needed to. I texted my DMH worker about this. I am glad I am seeing my psychiatrist tomorrow. I had forgotten then say the reminder on my phone.

I did some school work today. I sent the video for the group presentation. I hope it was sent ok. My phone had to “trim” it to send it via email so I am not sure all of it got sent. I haven’t done anything else. I don’t plan on doing anything else. I am wiped out. My anxiety is through the fucking roof. I made an appointment with a therapist/consultant for this week. I have appointments like nearly every day this week.  I saw my advisor today. She said I have a 3.66 avg in class. I am floored. I still am going to meet with the professor on Friday to find out why I did so poorly on my exam. I thought I did better.

I feel a headache coming on. Fucking christ. This is the fourth day in a row I have had a headache. I woke up in the middle of the night with a migraine. It was dream related. Thankfully it went away without any intervention. I wanted to cut my head off last night the headache was terrible. I couldn’t do anything or concentrate. It was pissing me off. If I get one tonight, I will message my neuro in the morning. I really don’t want to go back to the ED.