(Fill in all my usual rantings and drivelings herein.)
On top of my baseline of angst is the knowledge that 9 days from now I see my bariatric surgeon for my 3.5 yr check up (I'm six months past the 3 yr). I'm still not confident I've shed all my Cymbalta weight. Dread. Depressed. I think for this week I'm just going to take Zzzquil and go to bed in the spare room. Sleeping = weight loss. Sleeping also might = better frame of mind. So win-win.
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