Today was okay. With my mom's help I was able to cook. It was a lot of work but it was good. Whoever wrote the directions didn't know what they were doing because they were very confusing. I'm tired now.

I have a phone appt with the nurse practitioner tomorrow morning and she will decide if I can return to work on Monday. Some days I do just fine, but I have more bad days than good. When I think about going back to work I feel panicked, but I know I can't be off work forever. This month just flew by. I'm certain that she will adjust my meds at least. I'm already eating more because of the abilify. I've generally been slim for most of my life and I'm nervous about gaining weight. But if it can help me it would be worth it.