| Getting so frustrated
Hello all,
I guess I just really need to let all this out; I tend to just talk to my boyfriend about it, but between school, work, and the play he's in, he's inaccessible for about 14 hours every day.
This winter has been incredibly bad for me. Over vacation, I switched from a Prozac/Lithium cocktail to Lamictal. Before I could get an actual prescription for it though, I went back to school, where it is nearly impossible to get the medical treatment I need. I've been trying to stretch my sample pack to keep me on a semi-steady dose, but I'm all out now (and my pdoc at home is conveniently on vacation once again).
What really gets to me is that in all the years I've been bipolar, I've never let it affect my school work. I'm in a very competitive program at my college that is centered around individual meetings with the professor; every week, I have to write a five page paper on the reading I've done.
Well, week one in the quarter, I found out that my dad had been hospitalized for a panic attacks. Weeks two and three I was immobilized with depression. I seriously couldn't get out of bed until about 12 am the night before my paper was due.
Consequently, I have been getting B+ on all my papers. In any other course, I'd be relieved or only slightly disappointed. In this course, a B+ is like a C-. I'm not exaggerating: if you get anything under a B in these classes, you are required to have a one-on-one conversation with the Dean of the College.
So here I am, needing to write my paper for this week. I'm withdrawing from the the Lamictal that I would take if I could, I'm sicker than a dog with a head and chest cold, and I'm hosting a week-long program for my dorm that is eating up all my time. I don't see any A papers coming out of this situation.
So, I'm back in the dumps. Honestly, the only reason that I'm not in bed sobbing is my bed is covered in laundry.
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KateMonster
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