As I go to bed tonight, I wonder what will happen next. I thought the horrifying part of this crisis was over but it seems to come in waves. I've had three really scary episodes in as many weeks.
I've been at home recovering from the day. But come tomorrow, I have to venture out again. I have three medical appointments tomorrow: Two in the morning and one in the afternoon; the afternoon appointment is with Dr. Shoja.
I'll be taking pills tonight that give me an even deeper escape than silence in my home where, alone with my thoughts, I feel like my old self.