I can't even remember the last time I slept in my room. It's been sooo long. I tried sleeping in my room last night, but it didn't work out. I had too much anxiety to sleep. I've been sleeping on the couch. My mom is getting sick of that, though. My room just serves the purpose of a closet now. It's nothing more than the place where I keep all my stuff, and I refuse to spend a substantial amount of time in there. The last thing I need is for my anxiety to flare up. It doesn't help that my meds have gone awry.
It's day 11 of my head/neck injury, and I have yet to improve. It doesn't help that I haven't been regularly taking the prescriptions that they gave me. My muscle relaxers make me dopey, and I can't take the pain meds without having an unexplainable nervous breakdown. The pain meds interfere with the handful of meds I take on a daily basis, which sends me spiraling into hell.
just not doing very well right now.