Excessive

Well, I've already fucked up this writing because I wrote a few paragraphs and then closed the window, so I lost it all. I don't really know what I wrote... I'm pretty out of it right now. I'm on two t3s, two xanax, the antibiotics and some advil... kinda makin me feel pretty weird.

Today has been a nightmare, but I've been taken care of more than I thought I'd ever be. Julie left her shift at work three separate times to help me as much as she could, and having someone sacrifice and show how they care is an important thing that doesn't happen often enough.

She came back around 5 I think, and drove me to pick up my prescriptions. While we were in the pharamacy, Julie bought a bunch of easy to eat foods, like instant mashed potatoes, alphaghetti, apple sauce, popsicles, just lots of stuff. It was really nice of her. When we got to my house, she helped me clean up, change the kitty litter and dishes, and then I took my first dose of pills, and she made me dinner. Mashed potatoes and mushroom soup! I ate it slowly and we watched Jimmy Fallon. She had to go back to work though, so after I finished eating, I played some Batman, some God of War 1, and then some Gears of War 3 co-op with Calen, which was fun.

Julie came back after work and I took some more pills, turned on Slammin' Salmon, and Julie fell asleep on the couch (and is still in an out, I feel bad, I don't wanna wake her up) and I'm feeling pretty out of it. I think I may take a sleeping pill soon and go to bed. It's late, much later than it feels like it should be.

Here's hoping that I can get through the night okay, and the worst is over.

Please.

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