Love Hotel

Death and Taxes and then Death

My brain is imploding. I ran out of insurance and then I ran out of money and then I applied to the Pfizer program to get my medicine and then they threw out my application, not because I didn't qualify, but because my doctor put a dash between her name and her medical license number.
Ugh.
I've been out of my medication for about a week and I feel like I'm walking through mud. Fortunately, I'm a danger to no one, not even myself, when I'm off it. I just want to die. Do nothing. Sleep for days. Check all the doors and windows in case someone is trying to get in and kill us all. For hours. Until five in the morning if my anxiety so decrees it. I cry because the weeds in the garden are too high. I cry because the Peoples Court is too intense and people are yelling.
Fortunately, Betty thinks this is hilarious. Mommy is making funny sounds! That's Awesome!. I'm going to poop again!
My saving grace is that Betty still likes napping. She takes a two hour nap in the middle of the day, which is also Mommy nap time.
Hooray for naps!