The nurse grabbed me as I walked out. There was a therapist in the building on his lunch hour. He sat and talked with me for about 30 minutes. He asked if I had a therapist I could reach and I explained I had tried. He explained how the meds from being sick are causing this crash, all my weird psych symptoms, and came up with a plan to “white knuckle it” (his words) through today and tomorrow until I can see her and mostly until these side effects pass... and told me to not worry about my therapist she knows I’m out of sorts and this isn’t normal for me. He prayed with me. (I welcomed it.) That was nice and surprising.
I mostly just cried. And then my nose bled all over because apparently, that’s another side effect.
I went for a long walk in the cold. That is grounding me. I really don’t feel like myself. I’m not thinking normally or clearly. The therapist and doc said none of this is PTSD, all side effects, and no point going to the ER, they won’t admit and can’t help.
I just have to hang through. And stop spinning out.