Friday, i called for helped from the race team, cos of a doctors did not relay the messages, i could have been dead now, i was in that bad a state, my sister ended up finding out what was going on, so raced up here, she lives an hour an a half away, in the meantime i took an overdose, i spent the day in hospital yesterday, having observations bloods done etc and waiting to see a physchiatrist, in the hope they would finally give me new medication, hrs went past still no doctor, in the end we left, 10.45 last night we got home, race have been on the phone today saying my meds will definately be sorted by tuesday, am back on emergency call, so lets just see now if i get help.
Today my mood is a little lighter, probably cos i am mentally exhausted, an overdose was wrong maybe, but i am still here, and hopefully they will understand the urgency and desperation of the whole situation, its not attention seeking, its so very serious and real, i am neither happy or sad, more so numb by the whole ordeal, but still here to tell the tale, there must be at least 1 guardian angel out there looking out for me
