Owie

My left knee is killing me. I don't know what I did to it, but I can barely stand to move my left leg.

I stole some of Cliff's Lortab and it seems to be helping a little but it really hurts.

I had Dixie drive Cliff to work this morning because I don't think I can work the clutch on my car (it's a five-speed) with my knee hurting like this. I'm also going to have her drive me to my psychiatrist's office so I can pick up my meds. I took the last of my Cymbalta this morning, and I have three Invega left. I have nice shiny new bottles of Klonopin and BuSpar though.

It hurts to bear weight on my left leg but I have to walk. Owie owie owie.

Shit.

I went to pick up my meds at my psychiatrist's office and opened the bag to find one week worth of Cymbalta (my antidepressant) and a prescription for Prozac. I took Prozac before and it didn't work. It should be in my file at the psychiatrist's office; they took me off Prozac because I attempted suicide. Plus I can't afford to fill the script; I'm flat broke and will be for another week and a half.

She's also changing my antipsychotic from Invega to Zyprexa. I guess we'll just see how that works, but I am not optimistic about the Prozac. If it didn't work 18 months ago, I don't think it's going to work now.

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