I'm dragging myself through the day. Tired. I have no idea why. Slept enough last night.

I had a few days recently of doing very well. Then . . . it's like a pin got stuck in a balloon. Sudden, manor deflation. I'm not sad or unhappy. I just have zero energy.

Up or down, I have to feed my Sig. Other 3Xday. I can barely make myself pull a meal together.

Ironically, sort of, I saw a pdoc today. I see him every 3 months to get prescriptions for Ritalin. It's your 15 minute in and out deal. He barely knows me and isn't looking to delve into my psyche. That's okay by me. All I want is my script. I gave up on shrinks long ago. They can do you as much harm as good. But I asked this guy to order a thyroid test for me that I was overdue for. (My 15 minutes with him costs over $400.) He acted slightly put out. Well excuse the heck out of me. Sorry to burden you, Dude. I mean pdocs are supposed to care about thyroid function. He did put the order in.

Psychiatry seems to be filled with doctors who are basically bored with their jobs.