My psychiatrist called me back last night. He almost always does within a few hours. I took the higher dose of Seroquel XR. It's odd, I actually slept a little less last night and woke up feeling more capable of getting started. I hope I get back on track quickly.

I have my volunteering this morning. I'm not looking forward to it, but I will go. It's not dread, though. I think that once I get my butt there it won't be so bad. I just hate the drive. I desperately need a shower, but have been resisting lately. I will make myself, as hard as it will be. Update: Showered + self-care done.

Hubby is appearing in court today. We were short-changed some money we deserved, so he's fighting for it. Hopefully it will be resolved in our favor today. We have also been receiving obnoxious emails from this towing agency that overcharged us when our car broke down in NY a few months ago. Our credit card company supported us on it, but the towing agency owner is a greedy you know what. I just wish cheats would leave us alone already. We have enough worries. One good thing is that hubby will get his tooth pulled without the need of a waste of time "consultation". The sad part is that it's not until next Tuesday. Imagine having to wait almost 2 weeks to get an infected painful cracked tooth pulled?

My husband has a friend that is likely as stressed (or maybe more) than we are. She pretty much begged my husband for us to visit her soon. Her cat ran away and her 95 year old mother is dying. I really don't feel up to such a visit, but we will go because she does absolutely need the support. If by chance anyone recalls, she is the friend of my hubby that I ran into at the grocery store a few months back, after cancelling a dinner date with her (I was unwell). There she told me she had talked to her therapist about the pain of people cancelling on her.

Tomorrow is another dreaded trip to Philadelphia for my husband's eye appointment. Again, Philly itself is fine, but the appointments are hell.