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Seroquil, My Love
Finished 3/4 of a Girl Genius page. Took a Seroquil at 4 pm, thus applying a soft two-by-four to the front of my brain. Crashed for four hours. Woke up, ate, actually went out for coffee with George (even though at first the idea actually made me cry). Wandered around the Little Italy neighborhood, found a 2 CD copy of the Les Mis Broadway soundtrack at a used CD/DVD store. Considered picking up Emancipation by Prince, but did not -- will pick up the few songs whose lyrics interest me on mp3. On the way home, stopped at the Second Cup to have coffee on the patio. Ran into Tom, who runs "Bread and Circuses". Discussed many things, including diabetic impact of some of their desserts and other products (note to self: apparently their dark rye bread is used by several diabetics who frequent the store because of its high fibre content). Finished coffee, came back home feeling a little better.
On the walk, George and I talked about how my overall mood has deteriorated over the last several months. It's because of several things, including turning 40, being diagnosed with diabetes, and the death of Micawber (yes, it still hurts a lot), but I've got to get a handle on it or it might very well kill me. Dr. Simm suggested I go back into the regular weekly DBT course, so I have a request in to my psych nurse at Health Sciences; hopefully when she gets back from vacation in a couple of weeks she'll look into it for me.
Also, got a "you have mail at the post office" notice in our mailbox. Ooh? I didn't think I had any more packages coming to me... curious. When I go out tomorrow to pay a few bills and do some running around (oh, lordy, here come the tears again), I'll need to check that out.
On the walk, George and I talked about how my overall mood has deteriorated over the last several months. It's because of several things, including turning 40, being diagnosed with diabetes, and the death of Micawber (yes, it still hurts a lot), but I've got to get a handle on it or it might very well kill me. Dr. Simm suggested I go back into the regular weekly DBT course, so I have a request in to my psych nurse at Health Sciences; hopefully when she gets back from vacation in a couple of weeks she'll look into it for me.
Also, got a "you have mail at the post office" notice in our mailbox. Ooh? I didn't think I had any more packages coming to me... curious. When I go out tomorrow to pay a few bills and do some running around (oh, lordy, here come the tears again), I'll need to check that out.
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