Fed Up, last week sucked

Every day last week, some unexpected event happened that threw me into chaos. On Monday, therapy revealed new and upsetting circumstances. Monday afternoon, I took LittleGuy to the dentist for his first cavity fill. They gave him nitrous oxide, automatically without asking me or explaining.  Tuesday, I spent processing Mondays events. Wednesday, I went to the dentist for a routine cleaning. My teeth were very sensitive due to the new retainers and I had to get assertive and ask for breaks a few times. I also spoke up when I'd had enough of the damn irritating ultrasonic cleaner from hell. Then, Mr. Dentist comes in and proceeds to spend five minutes chiseling away at a tartar spot. Again, I had to stop him a few times because of discomfort. Yikes. Came home for a Xanax cocktail.
 Wednesday afternoon, I went to LittleGuy therapy appt with him for the first time since I had walked out when she upset my son and I. I went voluntarily and with an agenda. I wanted her to know exactly why I had taken LittleGuy and left early that session a couple months back. The conversation went something like this:
 Never in my twenty years of therapy, had I ever seen a therapist irritate the piss out of someone like that. What the hell was that about? You (to sons therapist) were irritating, hurting him with your words. I could feel his frustration and pain and I couldn't save him or me. I couldn't say anything or just leave because I didn't want to disrespect you(therapist) in front of my son because he would have copied me.
  She said, "I appreciate that."
And you just kept at it and I couldn't, excuse me, get you to shut the fuck up. I was trapped. He was trapped and I couldn't figure out how to make you stop badgering him.
 That was the general thinking that I presented to her with the " I couldn't get you to shut the fuck up" being my favorite line.
 She apologized saying that she was very sorry and hadn't intended to hurt us.
"I imagine", my only reply.
 She said, "I can't tell you how much I appreciate you speaking to me and letting me know."
Yeah, right.
A few more minutes of chatter. As I went to leave she extended a hand and averted her eyes down. Yeah, I shook it.
I maintained eye contact throughout my dissertation. I could feel my facial expression was angry, intense and controlled. I surprised myself with how well I made my presentation. It felt good.
Was she sorry? Probably, yeah. I don't think she intended to cause us distress. She looked quite sorry and maybe a little emotional.
So, that was Wednesday.
Thursday through Sunday was one long stress filled event, for another post.
Today, Sunday....something else, very upsetting happened and I can't talk about it or I'll cry.
Next week, some scheduled appointments, meetings that will, once again, test my speaking out, assertive skills.
Not feelin warm and fuzzy, fer sure.