Indeed, expectations taking their toll. I hurt physically--head. I hurt mentally--thought. I hurt emotionally--sense. I gorge on carbs as if a marathon required it. Yester was a challenge, mercury rising, Sylvester infuriated by Tweety. But the evening ended before the full impact was noticeable.
As of morn, back to -5 and dropping. Thought: too much. And I wonder, is this all I can expect? Is this the best meds can do? First 100 mg., then 150 mg., now 200...escalator switching directions arbitrarily. No controller. ATC's screen dominated by octal 7700/ident. TMI. Overload. Blank screen, BSD, black.
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