View from the Mousehole

Mine and David's carousel

I'm almost back to not caring...... almost.

I want to run and get away from the house as much as possible. I went to my appt with my psychiatrist today though and David I guess didn't even know I was gone.... He threw a fit when I texted him I was back so I could get my morning meds. Accused me of bad mouthing him and trying to make him lose his job. I did nothing but sing his praises while I was at CMH.

Anyways I decided not to go to Wire Wrapping tomorrow or to clubhouse as I had previously planned for Thursday. Don't ask me what I'm going to do here because I haven't got a clue......

I told my psychiatrist that I was back on all the meds I was on before the hospital. As far as I know that is correct. She wants to see me in a month instead of the usual three which is fine with me.

David forgot it was garbage day so now we're going to have it piling up for another week. I wasn't about to try and get those huge cans down the front porch with my sprained ankle. I would have fell on my head. Besides, when I was growing up garbage was the males job (yes I'm pulling the sexist card here).

I played games on my tablet when I should of been writing or reviewing but just thinking of doing that stuff gives me a headache.

I've got two diamond paintings pulled out to try and work on but I don't see how without making a mess. I don't want to do them at the dining room table because I can hear David throwing a fit about diamonds everywhere already. I love him to death I do but sometimes he is just set in his ways.

Okay this entry is starting to go in circles so I'm going to quit.