Horrific.  The akathesia is out of control.  I feel like I’d be more comfortable in a straight-jacket, no kidding.  Being confined would at least keep the jerking to a minimum.  The benadryl helps but doesn’t knock it all the way out.  Klonopin doesn’t help either.  Neither does kombucha, heh.

I can’t concentrate, I don’t care about things I used to be interested in, I’ve spent most of the day in bed.  Thankfully Dave’s mom is here to cover for me while I’m out losing my marbles. I think the akathesia misery has pushed me into a depression.  

Also, WHERE IS MY DOCTOR?!  I have called and emailed twice and NOTHING.  I think Dave is going to call.  And no one in their right mind wants Dave to call.