I hate doctors. I hate the whole fucking medical profession. They'll obsess about my weight until the cows come home, but get me my life-saving medication? Not a prayer! My doctor is gravely ill, and is completely unavailable, so I'm at the mercy of the idiots who work for him. They pass the buck like it's a hot potato. I just need a prescription for lithium. It's not a dangerous narcotic, it's just some thing my life depends on. I've taken it for over a decade. There should be no problem. Now Carrie is threatening to leave me if I can't get it, because she cannot live with me when I'm not on lithium. For better or worse, my ass. This isn't even my fault, in any way. Fort Hamilton Hospital and/or Butler Behavioral services created this mess, and I'm sick of paying for it!
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