Summary of the week and moving. Eek!

I don't know why I get as frustrated as I do as easily as I do. It's annoying and, well, frustrating. I went to a psychiatric nurse practitioner this week and she gave me new meds. Saphris. An antipsychotic. Lovely. Always a reassuring thought when someone gives me a medication that's used for schizophrenia. She thinks I'm bipolar though. Bipolar bear. I had a therapist suggest that when I was younger but he also suggested I got a hamster to help with my depression, put my then 13 year old mutt into dog shows and purchase and learn to ride a dirt bike, so of course I took what he said with a grain of salt. So who knows what I actually am... Depressed, bipolar bear, eh... I don't really care what it is, I just want to feel better. I want to feel happy about myself. About my body. About what I'm doing with my life.
I went to value village the other day to try on semi-professional clothes so in case I get an interview, I wouldn't have to worry about what I was going to wear. Of course, nothing fit the tatas and I walked out of the store crying. And then went to the pet store and purchased some plants and ghost shrimp for Felix's tank. And Felix proceeded to attack and eat the shrimp. Well done, betta. I now know I can't put anything in a tank with him because that's like the sixth fricking shrimp he's attacked and eaten. That's why I bought $0.59 ghost shrimp and not the pretty blue shrimp that was $4.

Then on Friday when I had the medicine appointment, I may have gone to the pet store and came home with another betta. But she's an interesting white lady betta. This time I'm pretty sure she's actually a lady, unlike when I thought Felix was a lady. There's definitely an ovipositor.

For now she's in a one gallon, bare bottomed tank. I'll put her in another bigger tank soon though. I hate seeing a fish in a small tank, but putting her in a huge tank when she's probably only lived in a tiny cup most of her life is pretty traumatizing.

Saturday, well technically today for me since I haven't fallen asleep yet, was... Odd. My dad and I left around 11am to go pack up my apartment. Got there around 1:30 after a lunch stop and started packing. It's definitely weird seeing two years of stuff packed up in a truck and trailer. We left town around 8:20 and got back home just before 11pm. 12 hours just about. And then we unpacked everything into the garage. The garage is a fricking mess. Terrible mess. My back is killing me from the lifting and as I write this, I'm in the bath trying to relax. I took my medication about an hour ago and it makes me super tired. I love it. Taking it at night ensures a great nights sleep. I'm not noticing a huge difference in myself other than sleeping yet. But we'll see.
A little bit of relaxing in the bath with some colloidal oatmeal since my skin has been so dry, smothering myself with coconut oil and then sleep. I'm so excited for sleep.
Oh and in case you're wondering, no, I can't take a bath without my dog being in the bathroom. She's my creeposaurus. And she refuses to be more than like ten feet away from me. And right now, I wouldn't have t any other way.