Life sucks.

Gavin’s meds have been increased passed the point of no return. His SSA at MRDD wants me to have him “committed” to a 90 camp. I haven’t eaten all day because we don’t have any food, which makes me moody. And I swear if I have to see one more commercial about food I’m going to kill someone. My sister-in-law made me a bottle of kaluha for my birthday and I’m finding myself fighting the urge to start doing shots just to stop the pain (which apparently I can’t take meds my fibro because my life is too stressful) and to make my life just go away for a little while.

My ex goes to court for his OVI tomorrow and I’m too depressed to care.