lilitu23

It's early Thursday 1:00 in the morning and it was a rough day, owing to lack of adequate sleep on account of the Cymbalta, which has lifted my mood but left me tired, cranky, sleep-deprived, and consequently: depressed. Well, I'm told my sleep will return to normal. We'll see...

Had a really bad time today when I went to pick up my hormones at the pharmacy and was told they would not be covered by insurance. Doctor said they would. I felt so shot down. Took the wind out of my sails. Anyway, went to see the doctor at the clinic, she handed the problem to the head nurse, and I think the meds WILL be covered but it is going to take some time to resolve. It's a long story. I called my insurance. And tomorrow I get to go down to a different pharmacy to see if they will honor the prescription and pay for it: the pharmacy at SFGH which is always a mess with a line that lasts for hours. I am optimistic that I will get my hormones eventually, but not looking forward to dealing with the bureaucracy tomorrow. Hopefully I can get some sleep tonight.

Also today, I went and visited my ex-girlfriend for the first time since she moved back to SF. It was a nice visit, and I got to meet her new cats (her old ones died, like mine did). I was kind of hoping against hope for a rekindling of some kind of flame between us, but I don't think that is in the offing. Anyway, we were both glad to see each other and nice to one another. I went home feeling sad...

Then I went out to hear my friend's band Three Day Stubble play (he put me on the guest list, since I was too broke to pay to get in). They were good and it was a fun show, though I didn't have much fun due to the overall events of the day and my low energy and despondency.

Lord let me sleep tonight...