So, today I have another blistering headache. Well, not as blistering as the one yesterday, so that’s good. My phone got shut off, and lost. In that order. So I have my old phone, but no money to pay for it. I can’t work nights anymore, which I already knew, so I have to go talk to the administrator tomorrow at two to see what she has to say. I’m a little concerned about that, given that I have to give her a copy of my psych records. Not real proud of that, and I really don’t want anyone other than my shrink to see it, but not sure what I can do about that.
Was thinking about my hospital stay and how fun that was. The first night all I did was cry. I didn’t talk to anyone, just layed in my bed and cried. The second night was a little better, but I snuck my laptop and kindle into my room, and I had my phone, so I was in touch with people. Which helped a lot. Oh, and I got to use my own bathroom. Big deal I guess. Evidently someone has tried suicide by toilet drowning. I don’t like feeling like I’m confined or in jail, and that was kinda what it felt like.
Anyway…watching Californication right now, before they shut my internet off.
