in a few days my seroquel will get here and hopefully that will help. though i will have to eat in the meantime somehow or doc will freak right out.
my short term memory is toasted. and i'm really unhappy about it. though i really don't know what to do, other than keep thinking. maybe it will come back now that i'm switching from three times a week to once a month. i really don't know. frankly, i'm scared. that sums it up. and i've probably said all this before and i simply can't remember. i don't know who i am anymore.
i just want these shits to stop and my period to end so i can feel more human. hows that for glamour? i can't think, my body isn't working right and i'm all around ready to scream in frustration and cramping.
and that's about as positive as i can get right now. part of me wonders why i didn't just go back inpatient to finish the treatments.
i don't wish this on anyone, ever. no matter how i hate them, this hell should be reserved for those who piss off the universe in special ways.
god i need to get a grip and i don't know what to grab hold of.