I'm awake: I'm asleep

Called the doc and the secretary told me no more than 50mg of Seroquel, so I took half my 25mg pill and immediately laid down to take a nap. I woke up to Adam calling 3 hours later. He came over and took me out to get a burger (which was tasty), and invited me to come stay with him tonight. "I'm worried about you." Don't worry. I have a plan: Seroquel, sleep, showers, work, meetings. All will keep me busy.

I'm worried about leaving the house. I hate when that happens, because it usually means I'm going to have a panic attack. I get a little phobic of "the world" in general, especially having to function in it, but I'll be just fine. I have to get out and do things. I have to. I can't just sleep till magically drugs start working.

I'm not even making sense in my head. I hope some of that made sense. And I'm having trouble typing. I'm misspelling things and my fingers are all over the keyboard. I hate this. I hate feeling this way and having to take the big guns to make me feel like I can at least partly function. I'm still buzzing, but I'm not crawling out of my skin like I was this morning.

I'm going to go back to bed.