The last time I remember crying, was in 2015 when I was in the hospital coming down from an episode of agitated mania. Right now, this episode isn't acute, and my symptoms are predominantly depressive, which is better, because it's mania, especially dysphoric mania, that is dangerous for me.

I'm not doing well. I've only taken two of the 1.5mg doses of the Rexulti. It works fast, but it's too early to expect results. My pdoc wanted me to take 2mg/day, and I think I should have just agreed to it. She will be back in the office on Monday, but if things get worse, I will just increase it.

Regarding my medical situation, I just feel HOPELESS.
I haven't heard a word about my blood work or the shoulder X-Rays, so that s*** must have come back normal... and at least that's good news.
I have had to cut back on the Diclofenac I've been taking for pain. I take it with food, but I've been getting pretty bad heartburn despite the 40mg of Protonix I take every morning, and I'm sure it's the culprit. I will have to reserve it for especially bad situations

I am supposed to do laundry today. Corey put it in the trunk this morning. I'm going to go buy cigarettes and go to CVS first to see how I'm walking. If I don't think I'm up to it, it will have to wait until Monday.

I may not have to go grocery shopping until Sunday or Monday. I bought the essentials like TP, milk, and bread on Thursday because I have enough for dinners until then. If Corey wants junk food, there's a convenience store right around the corner.

The cats have made a larger hole in the blinds, and I'm STILL waiting for Corey to put that ****ing curtain rod up. I told him he's doing it Saturday, but that doesn't mean it's going to happen. He's one stubborn SOB... I will at least try to measure and mark it myself if he doesn't get off his ***.