And after downloading onto my Psychiatrist as much as I could in approximately eight minutes, he suggested I take two xanax a day while working through my depression, overwhelm and adhd paralysis in which I feel completely stuck and unable to actually do any of the many things I need to.

So, hopefully, that helps. I just have to manage to organise Cole’s click and collect shopping to pick up at the same time as going to the chemist.

I have a review of the increase of Vyvanse in a month and have asked to discuss the other medications I am. I specifically requested talking about a stronger anti-depressant medication.

I told him that I feel like I am living in a combination of cognitive fatigue. Like literal brain fog constantly. That the simplest of things that require brain work, like filling in the paperwork for the accommodation I paid to stay at while supporting Merv, has not been done.

I have scanned all the paper receipts that I have from them onto my phone, email, and computer, yet have still not as yet received the email copy that I was advised on the 10th of March when I checked out, because Merv was flown to Brisbane, has not been sent to me.

This needs to happen due to the different number of receipts written and the confusion over the number of nights to begin with and whether or not Merv was going to be admitted into hospital on the 28th of February given he had still not been taken into surgery by 8 p.m. at night. He eventually was at 8:36 p.m. that night. Adding more confusion to the receipts. I was told I would have everything sorted out and emailed to me. That was a week ago. It’s now Tuesday the 18th of March.

Merv is still in Brisbane Hospital. His injured leg is now in a stilt. The other has a cooling massaging circulation device on it to keep the blood flowing while he’s on bed rest. As much as I would have loved to be there to support him this whole time, we are keeping in contact via message and video calls. Though if they have to keep him down there some time, it would be nice to see if I go go visit him. The hospital ended up admitting that it should have been sorted out to begin with.

I think I wrote more than I talked 😆

9:30 p.m.