I Suck at Bingeing

Ah, the irony. I had begun a post about how anxious I was for Friday to come, bringing the appointment I’ve been waiting six months for. Yeah, that’s deleted. As is my appointment.

That’s right, ladies and gents. The appointment that was cancelled and rescheduled has been cancelled again. For good. Because the RE resigned. They should have another by the first week of February. Do I get rescheduled? Of course not. You know what? Screw them.

We were at Dollar Tree when I got the call, so I went and sat in the car for a bit then came back inside. And stocked up on junk.

And club soda to wash it down.

I did manage to eat half the Chocolate Pearls.

But seriously, WTF???

I’m tired of the letdowns. I feel like the shittiest person in the world. I hate my body for being a jerk. I hate myself for hating my body. I hate myself for getting my hopes up when I should have known better. I hate myself for being upset. I hate myself for hating myself. I hate being so tired all the time. I hate that psych meds are so fricking expensive. I hate that I can’t even put a good dent a stockpile of junk food.

At least I’d already planned to make chicken and dumplings for dinner. Chicken and dumplings fixes a lot.

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