I know how you feel. I don't think anyone I work with would say I'm chipper, but I highly doubt anyone knows the depth of my depression.

The only thing that got me out of bed today was the fact my dog peed in it. Literally. (He's very ill.) So, I managed to move my mopefest to the couch and do some laundry.

And, no, you're not whining. Depression puts is all in a place where we need to vent and reach out once in a while. Good luck at the doc on Tuesday.