Bleep. I was carrying hot noodle soup when my hands either tremored or sudden muscle weakness. I tossed the bowl aside or it wouldn't just be a mild burn on my hand. Tripped the fuse box. The extension strip powering the stove, kettle and blender is probably screwed. Unplugged it from the main etc.

I can't get an earlier appointment with my endocrinologist. I tried etc.

My landlady is going to be so upset with me... I already triggered her horrendously with the terrible crisis that almost landed me inpatient. No crisis shelter etc, psych ER being crowded and not enough beds etc.

I'm feeling like my parents are right and the real me is useless, disgusting and pathetic. That moving out is a bad idea because I can't survive because I'm useless. That any friend of mine will get sick of me and I'll lose them.