Work was TORTURE. I was just so depressed and irritable, every voice was like a jolt in my head. I’m home now and I have literally sat on the couch and not moved. RS is doing the dishes and making spaghetti for dinner. I feel like such a bum. A lazy loser. I hate when he’s up doing stuff and I’m just sitting here like a lump.

I legit want to go to bed now and sleep until morning. I wish I had PTO, I would absolutely not go to work tomorrow. But I know I took a crazy amount of time off already for my son. I have to be there as much as possible. Im taking off next Tuesday for RS’s grandpa’s service.

Ugh I really can’t wait until my pdoc appt. Good news is RS finally found my Xanax (All the way under the bed where I couldn’t see) so the anxiety has lessened.