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It was the doctor’s office screwing up that had me wigged out.  I’m empathic.  Some times I can’t tell what’s going to go wrong, just that something is going to go wrong.  The doctor’s office refused to call in my Seroquel for my bipolar.  Apparently the  doctor doesn’t care he’s going to throw me into a serious depression and being suicidal again.  I had to go to the emergency room to get a prescription for it.  It makes me mad I had to bother them with something so trivial that the doctor was suppose to deal with and wouldn’t.

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