It's been over 2 months since the stroke and that's not even kind of the thing on my mind right now. I have to go see a neurologist the day after tomorrow and I'm terrified of being in a car in the outside world due to the paralyzing agoraphobia and I'm being driven by a stranger in a ride service so there is not one iota of familiarity or safety involved. Everything is terrible.

Also, I've been on Mounjaro for a month. Tomorrow, I transition to the 5mg from the 2.5mg dose and I've been stupidly anxious about it because my mind is mostly alone so it has no one to reality check it and that just leads to catastrophizing like an ancient Greek prophet cursed to have no one heed her warnings. Only, mine aren't probably true. But you get it. Cassandra was always freaking out about something. My analogy (simile?) was terrible but I shan't edit it for my shame must needs be public record as a sort of exposure therapy. Oh, but yeah, the anxiety about upping the dose has something to do with hating feeling nauseas and maybe I will but who knows? It's dumb. I've been obsessively planning meals that prioritize protein which are just crazy nutrient-rich, small, smoothie-esque crap so I don't get all floppy skinned and I've lost weight cuz I'm eating as if I'm on the therapeutic dose in preparation for it. Because of course I have. I placebo'd myself. They should've just threatened to put me on it.