I'll lose my head, but keep my nose clean

I went to another doctor two days ago, after seeing the first and agreeing that I do have a mild case of chronic depression. At this second appointment, they were making me do all kinds of tests in order to build a psychological profile, I guess it helps to discern the best treatment path for me. Anyways, at one point during one of the many pre-school level tests, I exclaimed, "Oh my god, this is ridiculous, I'm just going to kill myself." Now, I don't know if any of you have ever spent any time in a psychologists office, but you can imagine, that this isn't an appropriate response to anything, but it was one I use so often it just came out before I had a chance to stop it. Needless to say, I fumbled all over myself in order to makeup for saying that, which I'm sure only increased my level of crazy. I did a multitude of tests for about five hours, after I left, I went over to dear TearBear's for a lovely dinner, some of the worst wine I have ever had, and a game of scattegories. It was a lovely evening.

Yesterday, I got a call from my aunt saying that I needed to come home, I of course, was half dressed and just getting ready to leave for work. That was around 8:00 am, I was on a plane at 10:00, after having gotten fired for not showing up to work, leaving my headphones at home, and realizing as I got on the bus, that I still had half of one of the two outfits I was wearing on. So I was wearing thick black leggings, with an above the knee black dress, and an acid wash cardigan. I looked ridiculous. My adventure at the airport was kicked off with a half hour long line up to check in, having bought my ticket over the phone on the way, I hadn't been able to check in online. I finally got through and up to security, where they made me take off my shoes, (canvas lace-ups, not heels) I was not wearing socks. They then gave me a complete pat down search. I was thrilled.
I did finally get back home, and my mother had already gone off to Quesnel, as she is in one of her manic episodes, and I cannot seem to get her to come home. Nor do I know what to do when I do finally get her home. FML. I can't wait to my therapist about this one.