Really sore today. The seroquel's been working, and I'm trying to tackle everything that's been neglected over the years. I feel as though I've run a marathon - moving furniture and deep cleaning, for me, is like running a marathon.

Kitty is a lot better today, she's had a few peppy moments, so my anxiety levels are much lower, but I feel wrung out. Taking it easy today, doc appointment tomorrow. I'm eager to see how my blood tests have turned out. I keep imagining him asking me: "how are you not dead?"

ETA' Happy Birthday, BlueBicycle Sorry, you don't really know me, so I hope that isn't weird. But I do hope you have a nice day, and enjoy your Indian meal.