I finally got my meds; well, at least the lamictal. I’m not out of depakote yet so that should be fine until my appointment on Friday. I had a run in with the pharmacy again. I HATE the one my insurance forces me to use. I called to see if the prescription was ready and the woman on the phone acted like she was puzzled as to why I would be asking. She actually said “do you need it?” OF COURSE I ****ING NEED IT YOU IDIOT. If I didn’t, it wouldn’t be a ****ing prescription, would it? I swear. This is just a long line of complaints I have with them. The last time they were reluctant to give me my meds because someone had for some reason made a note that I was pregnant. I mean, what??? I had my son ten years ago, and I’ve never been pregnant since. They even fill my birth control, for chrissakes. Idiots, the lot of them. I’m going to try another location.
In any event, I have my meds. Unfortunately, I can see that I’m going to need to take seroquel tonight. I didn’t sleep until 4am, and I didn’t sleep all day, and now I’ve been trying to sleep for two hours and nothing. I have nothing to do tomorrow so I’ll just have to take it and then sleep it off tomorrow. Oh well.
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Of course it is happening inside your head. But why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
-Albus Dumbledore
That’s life. If nothing else, that is life. It’s real. Sometimes it
f—-ing hurts. But it’s sort of all we have.
-Garden State
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