Not so good...

I've scheduled an appointment with my p-doc for tomorrow morning. I called the office to request a work slip because I think I'm going to need to request a medical incomplete for this last class. The chances of me completing the paper by Wednesday are pretty slim. I feel so incredibly listless one minute and craxy anxious the next. I took an extra Klonopin to help, but I don't think it's what I needed. What I do know is that the Buspar has been totally ineffective. I have an appointment with my new T-doc on Wednesday and it's all I can do to even think about going. I'm feeling more than a little overwhelmed and very weepy. I hate feeling like this, like I'm hiding, that I'm too weak to do what needs to be done, that I'm wallowing in self-pity because I know thst'd what it looks like to the outside world, and maybe too I'm ashamed of that. I've been so up and down the last few days. I just don't know what to do about it. That big black hols seems to be exapnding and drawing me closer all the time. I just wish I felt better. I did manage the post office this morning. I wanted to get the package to my brother and to my friend posted before I sunk any further. Heaven knows when I'd get them out otherwise. I just want to sleep and sleep...