Later that day Mirette and Perry came over, we had coffee together. I got dressed and took the second biotin of the day.
In the evening I went to the shopping mall to buy a big bar of chocolate, I also took some discarded trolleys to the station.
This morning I woke up early to a weird psychosomatic pain in my neck and shoulders. I took my morning medicine and the first biotin of the day and went back to bed.
Later in the morning, about at ten o’clock, I got up. I took a shower and washed my hair, shaved my armpits and chin hairs, and put on an argan mud face mask.
I got dressed, and then I called my mother and asked her if I can come over, she said I can.
I decided to walk to my parents’ home. The weather was hot and fine, and I didn’t have as much delusions as I thought I would have.
Once at my parents’ home, mom and dad were both home. Dad gave me the weekly 20 euros.
I ate buttered rye bread, a handful of green grapes, and a tomato. I didn’t drink any coffee; come to think of it, I don’t think I even like coffee anymore.
I took a bus to downtown, then a subway to Grass Cove, and went to the photography museum. I was in a good mood, even if my internal demons were bothering me again.
I was thinking of walking along the beach and then going to my favorite café to enjoy a slice of key lime pie but decided to do that later.
I took a subway back to the city center, and then a tram to the posh neighborhood where I went to the thrift store and bought a pillowcase, a duvet cover, and a bed sheet. I also saw two second- hand books that I was interested in.
I took a tram back to downtown and took a bus back to my home town. Once there, I bought a big bar of chocolate; I have become addicted to them once again. Now that I think about it, I could have bought the books from the thrift store instead of spending the money on chocolate.
Once back home, I washed a load of laundry, sorted the old laundry, and called my granny.
I spent the rest of the evening playing FreeRice, watching The Good Place on Netflix, and re- arranging my stuff. At eight o’clock in the evening, I took my evening medicine and the last biotin of the day.
Now I am suffering; I feel manic and panicky, like I am going insane.
Tomorrow my care worker will come for the weekly visit at quarter to one o’clock in the afternoon. I will wash all the dishes, including Mirette’s dishes.
In the afternoon, I will go to the gym.