I have been not doing well.
So then there was some fantastic comedic activity... I left a message with the triage person at my behavior psych nurse practitioner's office.
Then I wanted to go outside and obsess about minor changes in the garden and pull weeds out of the weed patch on the side of my house.
Which is futile because if I actually pulled them all there would be nothing but dirt, which would turn to mud, which would cause massive erosion and my house would slide into the alley and float down the hill to wind up in the Mississippi River.
So I brought the cordless phone outside with me-- having left that number instead of my cell. I had no pockets. Tried stuffing it in my shirt, but it made it look like I had an odd rectangular growth on my chest and it was really not comfortable. So I set it on top of the electric meter and proceeded with the weeding.
No phone call.
Several hours later I was relaxing outside with spouse, who was in the hammock. The phone rang. I leapt up and said, "I have to get the phone!" and then ran into the alley. When I returned with phone in hand, spouse and the offspring were speechless with laughter.
took the blasted meds.
have not altered my dose without permission.
have not yet spoken to anyone at provider.
will call again tomorrow.
Quaker, teacher, parent,