Nervous as Hell...

Today was my appointment with the new Psychiatrist.  I was scared shitless.  I was sitting in the waiting room contemplating if I wanted to just walk out.  I felt like I had an elephant sitting on my chest, I was shaking and my palms were so sweaty, I was having a hard time playing a game on my phone.  And then my name is called.  I get to her office and it is completely different than my last psychiatrists office.  I was so nervous she noticed that I was shaking.  And then the horror began.  It was completely different than the last intake session I had.  She actually asked questions.  I don't think she really needed to start with suicide questions.  Not the best topic to get started on.  But whatever.  She asked me millions of questions while holding a coffee cup in her hand.  Sit the damn thing down.  It was annoying me.  I had to courage to ask for Xanax, but of course she turned me down too.  Wtf?  C'mon, I only use it when I need it.  UGHHH!!  So now I have to go get blood work done and get a drug test.  Why do I need a drug test?  And then she said she also does random testing.  WTF???  I am so confused.  What is she, my mother?  And then she felt the need to weigh me and see how tall I am.  Hmmm?  I thought maybe so she knew what mg of medicine to give me.  But she just gave me the same stuff I was on before.  I am suppose to go back to see her in 3 weeks.  I almost don't want too.  She is nice and all, but I feel like now this person is too far up into my business.  I seemed to have gone from the person who could care less to the person who wants to fucking control me.  I don't know what I want to do.  I am tired of being anxious all the time and being a bitch, but......  Maybe I will try it her way.