Post #4096288

My team has an impossible sprint deadline to hit by Thursday. I am out of Vyvanse, and since my doctor uses MyChart like most of the United States, I can expect my refill request to be acknowledged in… a week, maybe? Who knows? I can try to call them and end up trapped in voice menu hell and waiting on hold, I guess. And of course the house is still a total fucking disaster. My feeble attempts to clean and declutter barely maintain the status quo, at best. I am more than burned out. I am carbon. I am inanimate carbon rod. But if I stop, everything falls apart even faster than it normally does.