Appointment Time Again

I feel so weird when I'm sitting in the waiting room at the mental health clinic... surrounded by people who all have issues of some sort. Trying to figure out what everyones problem is. One guy is in the corner obviously extremely nervous, shaking and darting his eyes all over the place. This one kid is with his mom, no doubt doesn't want to be there but is being forced to come for therapy. There's a handful of elderly folks there for a group session. I wonder about what.
Plenty of other people all seemingly anxious. Its all enough to make a person feel crazy and anxious just sitting there. I keep looking at the clock hoping my therapist will hurry up and come get me. Session went well. Nothing I don't already know.. talk about this talk about that.. solutions and things I should do to reach a better point, bla bla bla. But I guess its good to talk to someone outside of my world. I brought up the meds. I'm still breaking out in hives 2 - 3 times a week. I'm grinding my teeth at night. I walk around with this "i don't care" feeling most of the time and then when I get upset I really rage it out. He says its because i'm now storing my feelings.. then I burst. Whatever the case.. its uncool. He says the waitlist to see a psychiatrist to discuss the meds is very long, and to just go see my PCP. Hello, the PCP is the woman who gave me 40mgs instead of 20. Sigh.
Do I feel better? I dunno. Maybe? Maybe its just a slower patch of time.
I either think alot these days or sit for hours not thinking at all. I guess that better than thinking all day every day to the depths of tears.