My husband was a menace again today and made me walk to the store with him. I did not enjoy it. Had my appointment with my therapist this morning. Only reason why I didn't cancel is because my husband was being a menace again and was all like, "You need to talk to someone. That's why she's there. You haven't been out of the apartment in nine days!"

The appointment went fine. There was no where to sit in the coffee shop, so we ended up going for a drive. We talked about phentermine and my weight a bit. She told me there's a metabolic shift all women go through in their forties. Great. She encouraged me to call my GP and see if there were any other meds we could try (besides contrave or the injectables, which my insurance won't cover and I can't afford. $1000 a month? Ha! I'm on SSDI! So I called my GP and have an appointment scheduled with her on the 16th.

I'm just trying to figure out how someone can go from being on top of the world to down in the sewers in less than a month. Honestly, I listen to songs I would listen to while I was hypo--super happy songs--and now they just make me bawl. I need to get my **** together. I don't understand why my pdoc didn't increase my Cymbalta at my appointment last Wednesday. 😒 I'm not maxed out on it. I'm thinking about calling and requesting an increase.

I don't think decreasing my gabbies are going to make me feel better.

But I'm not the doctor.