It's not really funny...

when you need to have a check up with a doctor for your antidepressants, and you've no established head doctor/patient relationship in your new town. And you think something needs to be adjusted (and your husband's sure something needs to be adjusted), and it takes 2 hours and 7 phone calls to find one doc who can see you before January 2006. Is Greenville that full of mad moms?!? Good thing I'm not on the roof with a rifle, or hiding naked under the bed, refusing my children food and drink, or taking the dog for a stroll in his new bonnet in the pram while the children are handcuffed to their beds or something...not yet, at least. But if I hadn't found someone for next Tuesday, well, who knows. 2 weren't taking new patients, 2 were out of my blasted network. 2 would love to meet with me sometime next year (do psychiatrists not know that when one calls a psychiatrist they usually need to see a psychiatrist sooner than later? What are they in practice for? Certainly not empathetic discernment, I'm thinking...I mean, geesh, it's not like a hang nail or something, or when my hair gal can't fit me in for 3 weeks..and oh, when I requested something sooner, I got the receptionist standard question: "is this an emergency?" Well, no, maybe not yet, I mean, I'm not foaming at the mouth yet, or holding blades to my wrists, if that's what you mean. "Well then, Dr. Headcase can fit you in Feb. 5, at 6:15 am, if that suits". NO, it doesn't suit at all, thank you. I'll look up my own care on the internet, that oughta be safe for the citizens of Greenville. When you hear about the woman holding up a Bilo over the insane price of Diet Pepsi, you just remember this phone call. Thank you.).

Finally, one office had one opening I can live with. Although I think I got it because I joked with the receptionist that I'd been calling aaalll over town, to no avail, and surely she would not be one more door closed in my Zoloft eating face, I'd hate to go postal, mwaaa haaa haaa haaa. "Certainly M'am", (was she laughing nervously?), I think Dr. P can see you Tuesday afternoon. "And of course, you take Pointless Premiums Insurance?". "Why, yeeesss, we do, as a matter of fact.". Good then. Just trying to get over the cuckoo's nest, here.