I am sick. I went to get water in the night and just about fainted. Somehow, I got back into bed and lay down before I collapsed. I felt the same way when I awoke this morning. I feel rather crappy and have not felt well at all today. I am seriously beginning to doubt my ability to heal myself on my own. I have avoided getting medical care because turning to professionals may lead to a trip to a psychiatric unit.
It is just not working.
So why did I press the panic button and call 911 on Friday? I guess it was because my malnutritioned brain was not working right. I felt shitty. Of course I needed medical care. Anyway, after that, I vowed I would not call 911 again. What a waste.
I got Puzzle out this morning. Took a shower. Trying to hydrate myself, etc. I will speak to my T at 1pm. One look at my face and she will know. We are going to be Skyping. I cannot hide it.
The DMH person called while I was out with Puzzle. I looked on my caller ID and saw that he had called and hung up without leaving a message. Very weird.
Well, two more hours and my T will be calling me on Skype. Might as well be doing something useful between now and then. Take out the trash or something.