If I were to write an actual check-in, it would be another Boots' extremely triggering thread, and I'm trying to get away from that. Let's just say all is not well. I don't want to live here anymore. I don't feel safe. S says I am now, we're down to a duo for that reason, but I just... people... ugh... I hurt...
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I talk to pdoc on the phone in a bit. I have a feeling if it were in-person I'd be sent for extensive bloodwork, maybe sent to the hospital to be tubed again. All I've had the past three days were water, tea, and the Instant Breakfasts S makes me have (one a day, and I purged today's because he snuck in a little protein powder). I'd rather have her see what happened Sunday and ask questions rather than me outright having to answer "any recent stressors?" with what happened.
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Pdoc thinks my tactile hallucinations are my psychotic symptoms trying on some new clothes and is adding another antipsychotic. Boo. I don't understand why I would have just one psychotic symptom that I've never had before. She's adding a sleep med too, that needs a prior auth.