Another craaaaazy day in my world. Urgent care doc says nothing physically wrong...other than whatever brain chemical imbalance is turning me into an aching, shaking shell of my former self. No blood tests, no neuro tests...just: get some Prozac and see a psychiatrist ASAP. Okay. I made an appt with a new T for Fri, urologist on Thurs, but holding off on Prozac popping...cuz I remember SU impulses from that particular wonder drug. Gonna wait to get T's advice on what AD we're gonna try next! (or, if he actually listens to me, what diet and lifestyle changes I'm gonna make...) They tell you, "Life is hard," but they should tell you, "Sometimes life is so hard it's RIDICULOUS!"

Oh, and someone broke into our living room and stole my purse, laptop, house key, and husband's backpack. For realz yo