i do so poorly in the heat. i say i'm okay when my face is changing shades of red and the light is beaming straight into my eyes. i need to find my sunglasses before tomorrow.
tomorrow is my alone outing to the doctor's and back. it's going to be a rough appointment. i'll try to get some samples of cymbalta to tide me over. but i want him to increase my klonopin dose, and i always feel weird about doing that. the half milligram isn't doing it for me anymore and i end up taking two and insuring that i will run out of said pills and be up an anxiety creek. can't you just picture nervous fish and worried rocks?
doc and i talked about what my deal is over the weekends. and i told him that the difference of him being here changes things and is very stressful. i don't do my morning routine when he is home. he sits on the couch and i sit in the rocking chair. i don't like to do housework with him around and always leave it for monday (if monday isn't the perfect day to clean litterboxes, i just don't know which day is).
he tells me that small differences like that shouldn't be stressful. ack.
i like having him home. it's nice to have someone to talk to. but i get concerned with his well being. making sure he doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to do. making sure his two days off are as restful as possible.
going out yesterday was cool. not all parts of the outing, but going out itself. that was the greatness. i don't get out enough.
soon doc will trust me with going to the store by myself. i can't wait for that. it would be so cool to walk down to the store a couple of times a week, instead of waiting until doc can go and having this big list to give him.
hooray for anticipated autonomy! hee.