I go to see my PCP on Tuesday. I'm trying to not get my hopes up. I expect to be disappointed.

My sleeping is chaotic. I'm still in my pajamas now. I haven't even made lunch. My bf is dosing in his recliner. That's my excuse for not feeding him. It's hard to make myself do anything at all. There's an element of laziness and lack of self-discipline in this. I feel like I'm bordering on being useless.