Geeeeeeze ... apparently I'm officially nuts.

I still feel pretty bad today, but I didn't think it was bad enough to justify upping meds! My pdoc did, though. Somehow we're never on the same page. Last time I saw the signs of a depressive episode creeping in, he thought nothing of it. Today I'm just upset over being rejected again, a pretty normal reaction I guess, although nobody would call me normal!, and up and away they go.

I still want to cut, but I'm staying out of the production dept. I have scissors and paper clips at my desk, but neither do the damage I want to do. I hope the other hour-at-a-time folks are hanging in there too!

Candy

There used to be a real me, but I had it surgically removed. -- Peter Sellers