I feel like everything bad that could possibly go wrong is going wrong. My social worker tried to get my last month’s late fee waived unbeknownst to me, which pissed off Ol’ Marge the landlady, and renewed her interest in inspecting my apartment, suggesting my social worker be there when she swings the proverbial axe upon my neck. Yay.
My therapist is pissy because my social worker helped me get my psych nurse back through my primary doctor. She’s concerned it will conflict with her services through Medicaid billing. I’d rather have my nurse truth be told because I don’t trust my therapist much. My therapist narcs to my psychiatrist and just threatened today that if things get bad enough she’ll tell Social Services on me. I like my therapist, but from now on I’ll keep my problems to myself. I feel like giving up.