to the pyschiatrist!

Looks like my depression is so persistently terrible that I get to go see a psychiatrist! Yay! (I guess)

I'm not mad about it... but I'd rather just take my fluoxitine and feel okay. Crossing my fingers for magic in 20 mg. 

Psychiatrist is probably where I'm going to start being like "hey so I've considered psychedelics because my brain is sad." Or maybe I should start with "hi I might be autistic but I'm not interested in being diagnosed I just thought it might be pertinent to our discussion"? 

So the truth is I've actually been really sick. Well, pretty sick. Painfully sick. It's been a while since my head hurt this much. Maybe I'm due for more tylenol. I had a fever and I hurt all over and I was too cold and too hot and felt like I might pass out when I was walking around (which was especially awesome when I had to give my baby a bath because she threw up, and then carry her to her crib. I felt better after some sleep, though it turns out the longer I'm awake the less good I feel, but that's manageable during the day, however I woke up at 2 AM unable to sleep because my headache had been waking me up every so often for a few hours. I tried some water and a few crackers and then I moved my pillow and put some weed lotion on my neck in case that helped, and I think mostly not being pushed up against the wall helped, but who knows for certain. I should get more water though. Maybe chicken soup like the doctor ordered. 

Yep, time for more rest. I DO feel pretty good after a lil nap.