So it's 7:13 AM, I am not even dressed yet, although I have showered and been waiting for my SAD lamp to shut off (it just did), and I've already had an ativan. This does not bode well for the rest of the day.
I don't want to do this. I had to email my boss with the whole "um I know we worked this out, but it looks like that doesn't matter......." thing. That was great fun. I love messing with things like my income......I guess though that doing horrid work has the same effect.
I don't care to the point I don't even want to find something to wear and iron it. Not interested. I just want to stay home and sleep. Although I've asked to go to the hospital Saturday I am in a way hoping to be told I can see Dr. Mind tomorrow and then go in Friday. I need the extra day so I can organize better, but I just want this over.
Packing for the psych unit is weird. I threw my toiletries in a plastic bag, then realized I can't take it there. I'm cutting strings out of pants. This actually involves destruction with some pairs because the cords are sometimes sewn in. I wish I'd known to look for this. Hopefully I will never need to know again, but I guess if I do I'm experienced now.
So tired of this.