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I need to go IP, have needed to since March 5th, but absolutely cannot because I am the only person there is in the world to care for my cat family. I took a few Seroquel a few minutes ago, I just need to blitz out. I hate the thought like crazy, but I think I need to be on an AP. If I'm seeing Mary twice/week regularly I might be able to hold off on the AP, maybe. Possibly. But, maybe not. I know she thinks I do need an AP. The new med provider does, too, but the question is which AP.
I posted a photo of myself on Facebook and in it, I was at my "normal" weight - before Seroquel. All these compliments and love because I was skinny and pretty. Christina totally understood, she's my only Fb friend who "knows" about my mental illness, PTSD, dah, dah, dah, etc.
It's yucky-warm in here, may use a fan tonight. Bleck, wish I wouldn't have taken that Seroquel because now I feel nauseous and loopy.
Ugh, was impossible to finish even 1 episode of Call the Midwife and I looked forward to it all day.
How long are we supposed to be in pain like this? What is the required number of days, anyway? Is it at all fair that they don't tell us?
Love all around. Each one of you is a gift. A flower.
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