the psychiatrist didn't call me back. I am going to ask him if I just cut the pill in half and that would be the right strength. I spilled the chamomile tea again. I keep on doing it. I put it on the floor to cool off and then I forget that is is there and knock into it. Yesterday I was in my bed and the phone rang. when I leaned to get it I fell off the bed. Now I am also hurting. Rats.
My stroke really f@#ked up my math. I think I did the arithmetic right. I got the highest score in my girl's school on the math test. When I applied for a programming job at a big drug company, the guy talked to my reference and kept on saying he never saw a test score that high and he kept on going on and on. Now it is so frustrating.
bobby