Awoke at 7:30 after a deep, melatonin-induced sleep. No symptoms. I'm imagining Jim's current situation. He's had it rough and didn't deserve to spend the new month under lockdown. But he insisted the officers do their job and make an arrest (meaning me). I feel bad for him.
This pandemic is new for all of us, including those of us with certain instabilities. Should it matter, I resolve to purchase a few extra caps of Duloxetine to make sure I don't lapse again. I did this with Ziprasidone, which has withdrawal-like symptoms once you run out.
In the meantime, I stay in my spider-hole until testing negative. Assange beat the odds; so can I.
From my Doctor: "People are usually significantly more crabby if they miss a dose or two of serotonin-increasing medication. [...] The insight you have about the incident is reassuring that there's not a more substantial problem."
That's right. I feel responsible, not guilty.
Planning on taking the test tomorrow after therapy.
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