Day 3 w/o zyprexa. I’m not sleeping and aggravated as ****. It’s a fake hypomania. DH wants me to take my 5mg of zyprexa until I run out. I told him I was going to use it as prn but he said only do that unless I really want to get off of it. I went to my son’s classes (he teaches) because I didn’t want to get paranoid or be alone with my brother in-law. I don’t know if I have a headache last night or if the chatter is back. It was nice to not be exhausted. My husband even commented on how he missed me. I might ask to go back on abilify. Hell I’m already supposed to be crushing my zyprexa. With the intention of going back on the shot. I’m not good at taking real pills. I’m going to make an appointment after our car is fixed. I may just make an appointment with my therapist to just talk about meds. I think I’m just going to see her when I have a topic. Miguel leaves in less than a month. It’s a lot of hurry up and wait. Tomorrow we try to get his ID/Driving permit. He has to find an internship before leaving but who wants to hire a kid to start in August?