Bank opens in forty minutes.
Will get some cash out of savings and go across the street to get my pills at the pharmacy. Peacock said she wants photographic evidence I got them filled.
February first my insurance starts. I will be going to Wellstone and sign up for cognitive behavioral therapy as my LCS recommended a while back (and refuses to see me till I complete the program.)
I’ll stay sober today and try to read some more on my book I kinda set aside weeks ago. I’d like to go for a walk or something but the weather is shit outside right now. Speaking of sober I still have my written prescription for Antabuse. If I have decent prescription insurance I’ll get that filled seeing how it’s rather expensive.
One foot in front of the other.
Let’s do this.
Hours later:
Mk, pills filled, texted her a photo as proof (she’s looking out for me), took a muscle relaxer for my back, stuffed my face with a chicken Caesar wrap with a small bowl of lobster bisque, read a few chapters in my book and now wide awake…argh! I was so beat when I got home, too. I think I’m near the twenty-four hour mark, as well.
Fudge-ity fudge fudge!
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