I needed a ride to therapy today since I lent my car to my son since his is in the shop and he had to go to work.
I write a thorough journal for her to read and it is exactly how I am feeling. Makes our sessions better.
My fasting sugar was 348 when I got up. Expected it to be high, but not quite that high. Endocrinologist has me on very little medicine and it didn’t work when my PCP put me on it and it doesn’t work now, plus he eliminated one.
New antidepressant is not letting me sleep, but she just told me to stay on it. She wants me on it for a few weeks, at least 2 weeks. She is expecting it to change and it is making me somewhat suicidal in thoughts. I don’t care if the world ends tomorrow.
I hate the…
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