Doctor tomorrow.

Making the call, again. Bad thoughts. Horrible ones. No energy and no aspiration to do anything but sit in PJ’s. R is well taken care of. We play all day. He can’t tell. Thank god. So sick of it all. Want to feel better. Calling for appointment tomorrow. Promise.

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