i need to attend to my doctor care and medication. this week without seroquel has sucked. i had to stop the lamictal in the hospital for good. i also forget to take xanax, so i make it harder on myself without meaning to.
i got a get well card from doc's parents today. they called me in the hospital. parents work in mysterious ways. then they send me a card telling me they love me, i'm not even their kid. i totally cried.
against better advice, i've been living on frozen waffles and diet lemonade. i'm really starting to become irritable with my bowels. i've tried eating other things but the rice didn't stay down and the toast only did the once. lots of water, too. i'm plenty hydrated.
now i'm killing time waiting for doc to get home with cigarettes. i'm still unsteady about being alone. i wish R and i were still friends (no, i have no idea what happened there, our lives just went separate ways), as it would be good to have someone next door. it is good to know that S may stop by. my biggest complaint in my written journal was the people. now i'm craving people. that is strange.