Hi fern and Wild Coyote. He didn't mention anything about retiring or not. My husband thinks my pdoc figured I was thinking irrationally, so he didn't even bother responding to that. Probably he's not retiring. I've said a lot of wild and irrational things over the years that my psychiatrist never responded to. On some occasions, I have pushed and pushed to the point where my pdoc would bark the response to me or even bark to sort of "cut it". I know, I know. Whatever!

So after I took the 50 mg regular Seroquel I sort of fell into a calm hole (like a hurricane eye), yet felt a bit downtrodden. Now I feel like I'm out of that "eye" and on the outskirts of a mild tropical storm. Yes, the hurricane has been downgraded. I was with my hubby and was yapping up a storm, and he fell asleep during that, as he often does. Then when I stop I ask "Did you hear me?" Nothing. "Did you hear me?" Nothing. So I grabbed my diet Coke and I'm now upstairs again, tapping away here. He's still sleeping on the chair in the living room.

I took my evening meds with the extra Seroquel XR my psychiatrist told me to take. So I took 550 mg Seroquel XR tonight, plus the other gang of meds. That plus the 50 mg regular took me to 600 mg today. That usually helps. We'll see how I am when I wake up. I could be as fresh and calm and sunny as a daisy.

We already ate dinner. Hubby picked up a rotisserie chicken and some salads at the grocery store on his way home from his appointment.

I had made a 10:45 am appointment for tomorrow to get my hair cut. I have no clue if that is going to happen. I already cancelled last minute the last time I was scheduled -- for yesterday. If I can make it, it's fine. Most people I've known for a while already know that I can be...Umm...mercurial. Especially on the "up" end. If I'm irritable, depressed, agitated, desperate, out of control, or otherwise scary, I'll stay home. She's seen me in my "wanna be comedienne" moods. I realize that that can also get a bit obnoxious.