For those who are wondering how I am doing since my meltdown, I am doing fine. It seems like things are going back to normal. I’ve gotten back to my schedule of staying up late and I am still drinking my Pepsi. My diabetes is doing better too. I have not had any dangerously low sugars since being home. I still say it is because I couldn’t have my Pepsi while I was in the hospital. There have been a few times when it was high but I can account for that. I have also gotten one of my hearing aids back so I am able to hear just a bit better. The other one is still out getting fixed. There was a short in the volume control. Financially things are still the same. The gas bill here where I live is outrageous. I am paying more in gas than I am for rent. I have gotten help in paying it but each month it just seems to get worse. This hasn’t happened because I skipped paying the bill but because where I live is so poorly insulated. I just received a letter from the gas company last week stating they made an error in my bill. I got hit with another $202 dollar which now has my gas bill at the grand total of $669. It is time to move which I hate because I really don’t have anyone who can help me move. I am not depressed about it, more like annoyed. But what can I say, shit happens.

I have finally been notified by the Section 8 office. I consider that a good thing even though I had really given up on them a long time ago. Their list is so long. It took them five years to contact me. Better late than never and honestly, it is right on time. Funny, how things happen sometimes. I have an appointment with them on Friday.

I have even been dealing with the thought of being alone pretty well. If it’s meant to be then it’s meant to be. My bff has set me up with a guy named Kevin. We met for the first time two days ago. This is a new experience for me because I have never dated outside of my race. Kevin is white and five years older than me. He works at one of the hospitals here. This definitely takes things on a different level for me. But I am determined not to rush things and just see how it goes.

I have an appointment today with ID doc. I doubt that my labs will be back since I got them done late. I do want to talk with him about the Atripla causing my depression. I don’t want to switch meds because the Atripla is working for me but I don’t want to go to see an intake worker. And the last few days I have stopped taking the depression medication and I appear to be fine. I want to see what his opinion is on this. Anyhoo, things are looking up and I feel good. That’s what’s important.