From 1100 to 1600, I voted for Xander Bogearts via Twitter. The only time I was not voting was when I was meeting my psychiatrist. I have a lot of tweets today as I broke the 16,000 mark. I was at 15.8 before voting. I don’t know when the results are going to come out, maybe later tonight. I do hope he wins. He so deserve to play.
Met with my psychiatrist today. We mostly talked about the depression and how it seems to have lifted a little with the addition of vitamin D. I won’t say that I am “cured”, because I still have my down moments, but the heaviness that I was feeling seems to have lifted a little bit. She asked me about my date and if it was still on. I told her I don’t know. She still wants me to see her, regardless on how I am feeling, that day. I think if I don’t see her, I might be hospitalized. We also talked about pain and how it is shooting up my anxiety. I told her I don’t like it because it sometimes lead to agitation and that doesn’t mix well when you are suicidal. She said that it is a physiological fight or flight response. I guess the only thing I can really do IS take an Ativan. She didn’t say it, but implied it. She asked the reasoning of why I picked the date. I told her it was just out of a hat, but it had to be on a Friday so I could mess with statistics. She then told me that she doesn’t want me to be one. I could have argued that I already am one but I didn’t. She didn’t know about the whole suicides occurring more on Mondays than on any other days of the week. And I won’t be dying on a Monday.
I told her that I am going to feel defeated and lost because I didn’t go through with my plans. I already am feel dejected, and it’s still a week away. My life only lives to next week. I can’t see past it. My cousin invited us to his house for a lobster party in August and the first thought I had was that I couldn’t go because I would be dead. I don’t know what I am going to do. I feel so lost and disappointed in myself. I shouldn’t have told my therapist what I was planning. And I SHOULDN’T have told my psychiatrist either. I am such an idiot.
Last night, I was going through my Twitter feed and came across on of my BPD friends who tweeted that she took 26 pills of Tylenol 3. She said she should go to the hospital but she doesn’t want to because she has something planned for Saturday. I reported the tweet and she hasn’t tweeted since that message. I am kind of worried. I don’t know where she lives. I think she is in the UK, but I am not sure. There was no tweet before the one where she said she took the pills so it was obviously an overdose/suicide attempt. When I tried talking to her about the Tylenol damaging her liver, she seemed oblivious to the seriousness of what she did. She just blew it off as “it would take a long time”. I just hope the Twitter folks gets to her and she is in good care.
I got my Kati Kati coffee today. It was so good. I love it! I really got to get a bag. I just hope that by the time my next check comes, it is still around. I have never had this coffee hot before. I only make coffee at home hot because I don’t know how to make it iced. I know I got to double the amount of coffee and such but since I don’t have an ice mug, I kind of just been drinking hot coffee.
I am feeling low. My therapist wants me to write her a letter everyday. I haven’t done one today. I was too busy voting. I brought my tablet to today, thinking I would read while I waited for my doc but I voted then, too. It was too important not to vote. Now the voting has ended and I am blue. I hate when I don’t know what to do with myself. Game is on tonight, but I really don’t feel like watching it. A friend of mine called wanted to know if I was up to watching the game together. He would bring the snacks. But I am not up for company. I am in pain and I am kind of sleepy from the pain meds. I don’t think I will make it past the 4th inning.