Cold pesto at two in the morning…

After Park Nicollet pissed me off to epic proportions, I was slammed with a migraine/tension headache that only added to the misery of the sobbing and swearing I was doing at my desk.

I grabbed my laptop and dragged it into bed, put on some music, and went to sleep. A couple lousy hours later I woke up with a headache that could best be described as: FUCK MY LIFE.

I took three Aleve and chased it with half a package of turkey pepperoni and a bowl of potato chips. And some ginger ale. Because ginger ale makes everything better.

I stayed firmly rooted in bed with my computer and dozed off sometime after 3pm and woke up when Bob got home from work. He snuggled with me for a few minutes and went to heat up leftovers for dinner and settle in for an evening of Star Wars raiding. I promptly fell back to sleep and slept until about 7pm when I finally got up and took a shower.

I took my laptop back out to the loft and stared at the internet for some length of time, and when Bob finished up with his Star Wars playing for the night we went to lay in bed where I proceeded to have a complete mental meltdown on him with excessive snot and tears and a whole lot of f-bombs.

We came to the conclusion that I’m not going back to Park Nicollet for my mental health needs. Their complete lack of accessibility is complete and utter bullshit. I asked for help and they told me to call back when it was more convenient for THEM.

Where am I going to go? That I don’t know yet. I have a website to search of “in network” providers that our insurance will pseudo-cover.

Bob talked me into eating some dinner—a very small helping of leftover pasta and two peanut butter bars. Then we watched a movie and went to bed.

I woke up about two hours later and now here I sit, done sleeping for the night.

Eating cold, leftover pesto pasta (because now I’m fucking hungry) and still epically pissed off at Park Nicollet and their bullshit.

Right now I’m going to go write some awesomely bad, schmoopy fiction and listen to Andy Grammer on repeat.

What else?

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