And there really aren't too many people in my line of fire. Last night, difficult child was complaining dramatically about her stomach hurting. And this time she added shortness of breath and dizziness (which I never witnessed, by the way). She also had stopped taking the Prevacid rx'd by our GP. But, she didn't want to hear anything about that. She doesn't like taking medicine and she can't explain it. Funny, cause she had no trouble taking it initially - and she has no trouble taking her BC and trazodone. This is a pattern with her. Complains of an ailment. We go to the doctor. Doctor prescribes medications. difficult child refuses to take the medications and keeps complaining of the ailment wanting to go back to the doctor and wanting this miracle fix. Last night she said she didn't like taking the medication because they don't know for sure that's the issue. You know, I've had about as much as I can take. I've done this too many times for too many years, and I'm stressed to my limit. And I told her, none too delicately, that they try the medication first because the alternative is doing a test where she would either have to drink this nasty barium stuff and they take x-rays as it goes through her system, or they would have to stick a tube down her throat to look at her stomach. Of course, she lost it and melted down and sat on the kitchen floor sobbing hysterically for an hour. I decided to take her temp and it was mildly elevated. So, I told her we were going to the ER. Really. I'd had enough. Then she starts with, "I don't know what to do", and I told her it wasn't up to her. If she was that sick, I was making the decision. I wanted to get a shower before we left, and she threw a colossal fit over that, so whatever we'll just go. Except that we can't. Because easy child and girlfriend aren't home and I'm blocked in. I called easy child to find out where they were and they were at my mom's. 45 minutes away. I was already in no mood, and I've told them a hundred times not to block me in, and now I need to leave and can't and they're 45 minutes away. So, I got a shower anyway. easy child and girlfriend finally get home - took them over an hour - and I asked one of them if they could go with me. My stress was through the roof. My BiPolar (BP) was significantly elevated even with my medication. I was feeling lightheaded, heart palpitations that were taking my breath away, etc, etc, etc. girlfriend didn't have school today and didn't work until this afternoon. easy child threw a fit about it. "We do everything!". Uh huh. You live here for free, you use my water, gas, electric and cable, you eat my food - and you occasionally run to the store for me and clean up around the house (which is their mess, too). Whatever. Just move the cars so I can go. "Mom, don't be mad at me." "Just move the cars. We have to go." So, we get to the ER and the nurse is taking her history and besides anxiety and insomnia, difficult child throws in ADD (a major thorn in my side) AND Mixed Personality Disorder. Seriously? Where the hell did that come from? Well, apparently therapist read off criteria to various personality disorders to difficult child and told difficult child that if you have more than one, or traits of more than one, then you have Mixed PD. therapist read off avoidant, dependent, obsessive-compulsive pd - and she couldn't remember what else. OMFreakingG. I don't know what the freak is going on, but I am NOT happy and I will be unloading on therapist come Monday morning when I have my appointment. The ADD is bad enough. therapist has NO idea how severe difficult child's anxiety/panic is. Because difficult child doesn't tell her. I've addressed it and it was kinda played over. And when I took difficult child in with me *specifically* to address it earlier this week, she stopped me and we did the the stupid, freakin', ADD questionnaire. ADD or not, her anxiety is WAY worse than anything else going on and that has to be treated first. If someone goes into the hospital with a broken arm and is having a seizure, they don't stop everything and treat the arm - they address the seizure. Simple bleeping medicine. She CANNOT do these things with a kid who is a hypochondriac; who is doing her own "research" and diagnosing herself. WTH is she thinking? We were at the ER for 4 hours and there's not a flipping thing wrong with her other than she needs to take the Prevacid. However, difficult child did NOT like being there for 4 hours, giving blood, giving urine, having x-rays, having to wear a gown, and having to remove her bra for the x-rays. So, you know, this is what you get when you insist on not following doctor's orders and insisting something else is wrong. She kept wanting to go home, but, nope. Not until all the test results are back. We got home at 1:45am and I ate a pb&j. First thing I had eaten all day. And easy child? I don't even want to talk to him. My mom's worried that all of this is going to cause another heart attack and all I can think is - well, it would get me out of the house for a couple of days.