So Mark totally fucking rules. And I am going to tell you why.
Last night, I came home to find a clean house and several loads of clean laundry. Then, he sat me down and had a talk with me about how my depression is obviously getting worse, I sleep all the time, and I need to go to the doctor.
I balked at it at the time, but he's right, of course, and it got me off my ass today and I went through the extremely tedious and fairly humiliating process of filling out a transfer request for my medical records and filling out the 19,000 pages of pre-shrink paperwork. So, in theory, I will get an appt. sometime in the next eon.
In the meantime, I wait. I am actually doing fairly well today--I've been really busy, I got less than 8 hours of sleep last night, and I feel damn good. Not even too tired. But I know it won't last. I feel a lot like I did before--as if there is something physically wrong with me.
I wonder if it's normal to conceptualize one's psychiatric illnesses as physical? It really does feel that way to me.
Anyways. Yeah. I'm going to go read now.
I got a library card today!! Wheee!!