Just work it out!

Last week, I had a horrible night, and since DT's continued mantra that I should "call" her and she's available until 10pm...I actually relented and called her.
After abaout a minute on the phone, DT said, "Grace, I'm working at the hospital right now and I can't talk...work it out."

Work it out? That's what you tell the psycho PTSD patient in the middle of a flashback? "Work it out?"

I worked it out.... I cut myself and watched the blood drip onto the floor.

DT called later and apologized, telling me (again) that she's human and will make mistakes...but I refused her call.... work it out?

WTF?