I have a pdoc appointment via phone on Monday. I just have no idea what to tell her- as usual. I don't think I've been having symptoms. My meds seem to be okay. I'm not manic like last year at this time. I am frustrated with this covid 19 whoopla. Its like a never-ending bad dream.


I finally called the section 8 people. Noah wants to know what he has to do if anything to move out. He is so gung ho on moving, but I talked with his gf's mother last night via text (she won't talk on the phone) and tried to have a conversation about his moving in with them, she just said, "I'm working overtime, I am pms-ing, and I don't want to talk about this right now" (paraphrased)! Excuses much? I mean this NEEDS to be talked about. The most she will say is that nothing is confirmed or written in stone right now. So she's just sitting there dangling living there over N3's head and he is making plans like changing jobs! To a job that is closer to where his gf lives, nevermind that he won't get near as many hours as he is right now. How will *I* be able to pay my bills if he moves out, etc.! Its a big cluster ****. Whenever I try to talk to him about it, he has easy answers and thinks he has it all figured out. But he doesn't! Yes I'm grumpy about this! /rant