Today was my psychologist appointment. I thought about cancelling because of how tired I am, but I don't like to do that because they go out of their way to accomodate me and I don't want to mess that up.
Dr. Mind, predictably, pulled out his typical stern voice that is usually associated with my messing up something important. But I think he realized quickly how aware I already was of how bad this mess-up could have been. It stinks because it was another week "off" from the topic at hand, and if I weren't dealing with this tricky stuff I could easily be going 2 times/month.
He did verify what I've been feeling all along, that I'm not even changing my tone of voice much. I am just as drugged as expected. I FINALLY do feel a bit better this evening after a 5 hour nap.
I also counted the pills and I seem to have taken 2 days worth of too much. No wonder I've felt bad.
Hopefully this weekend things will come together.