**** man. I’m not in a good mood today at all. It’s almost like depressed but definite anger/ambivalence thrown into the mix. I just want to get into bed and stay there. I couldn’t sleep until 2am last night. I had to take an extra 12.5mg seroquel.
I think my meds are screwed up. It’s my fault. I’ve only been taking 100mg lamictal instead of 300. Because I don’t have enough to last until mid October when my insurance will pay for my next prescription. I’m confused as to how I could have run out if I got a 90 day supply in august. I have to investigate when I get home. Did I put the extra in my cabinet? Did I never pick up the lamictal because I still had some? But then why would my insurance deny the new script until mid October? I really don’t know. I must have extra somewhere, or else the pharmacy ****ed me over and only gave me 30 days. I have no idea. My brain is mush, has been for a very long time.
I left my wallet at home today so I can’t have lunch. I’m hungry. I can’t have anything until 4pm when I get home.
Work sucks today. Usually I have the patience for the nonsense but today I just don’t want to deal with it.
I hope I figure out the med situation. That has to be it, there’s no other triggers.
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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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