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Another Monday. The weekend is never long enough. We had a nice weekend. Went to Woodberry Kitchen for the first time in years. The food is still just as good...and expensive. Worth it.
Aside from that, we didn't do much. Trip to 5Below to get new cords for chargers. The downside of getting cheap cords is they don't last as long as the expensive ones. On the other hand, though, it's much easier to find $5 in the budget than $40.
I have two doctor appts this week. Psych tonight and PCP tomorrow. Ugh. I know they're important, but I have been to one doctor or another every three weeks maximum. I'm getting kind of sick of it.
I don't know how well the Latuda's working. I still have the jitters, I still am anxious as balls, and I still cry at the drop of a hat.
Seriously, I see someone's pet has died and I tear up. Doesn't have to be anyone I know. Just a dead pet, and I'm teary. Part of it is that our Samwise is getting up there, and I'm dreading when that time comes.
I'm just kind of a mess. I can't concentrate to write or read. The writing isn't new. The days when I could bang out a few thousand words are long gone, but the reading is killing me. I feel like I'm doing more of a skim most of the time. I have trouble settling into to really read.
I'll talk about it with my psych and see what she thinks. We shall see.
Aside from that, we didn't do much. Trip to 5Below to get new cords for chargers. The downside of getting cheap cords is they don't last as long as the expensive ones. On the other hand, though, it's much easier to find $5 in the budget than $40.
I have two doctor appts this week. Psych tonight and PCP tomorrow. Ugh. I know they're important, but I have been to one doctor or another every three weeks maximum. I'm getting kind of sick of it.
I don't know how well the Latuda's working. I still have the jitters, I still am anxious as balls, and I still cry at the drop of a hat.
Seriously, I see someone's pet has died and I tear up. Doesn't have to be anyone I know. Just a dead pet, and I'm teary. Part of it is that our Samwise is getting up there, and I'm dreading when that time comes.
I'm just kind of a mess. I can't concentrate to write or read. The writing isn't new. The days when I could bang out a few thousand words are long gone, but the reading is killing me. I feel like I'm doing more of a skim most of the time. I have trouble settling into to really read.
I'll talk about it with my psych and see what she thinks. We shall see.
