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Today I am doing what I can, which turns out to be sleeping and worrying about Dr. Brain getting in touch with me.  I know she will and that it probably will be tonight, but I just feel like my meds are so screwed up that I must do something now.  Which really I am, sleeping, but the whole experience has me terrified.  It was so out of the blue and so scary, and the hospital time damaged the small faith I'd started to regain in doctors who I haven't thoroughly assessed for competency.  A sarcastic, dismissive psychiatrist is a bad thing.  A general doctor who admits to incompetency with psych meds so won't give normal doses is just wrong.  Oh, the stories I have to tell you all, but only when I can make sense.  Which is not yet.  The confusion I had before is mostly gone but worsens when I'm tired.  I'm tired.  I also had to call and explain my credit card payment wasn't made because I was in the hospital to get the fees and interest increase removed.  Thank God.  And I'm trying to get human resources the information they need by Monday or I lose my job regarding returning.  So it's an altering stressed and sleepy. And right now I'm falling asleep yet again, writing or not so I guess it's nap time.