Where is my mind? {ala the Pixies}

Where is my mind? 

Where is my mind?

Where is my mind?

Way out in the water.

See it swimming. 

~The Pixies

Last night.

My mind.

Again.

My husband was finishing up some school work on the computer, which is in the living room. I attempted to watch a show but fell asleep so I turned it off and went into the bedroom where all three of my sons were watching TV.

I brought my pillow, you know, Sophia.

Needless to say, I fell asleep in there.

I don't recall the time I woke up but when I did I was out of it. And once again? I hadn't taken my night meds yet.

I somehow coaxed the toddler to get his diaper changed then asked if he wanted his milk.

"Are you kidding? Tell me you're kidding." The husband said.

I'm all, no....

He already had it. And I am the one who gave it to him.

Jesus....The hell?

I talked to my psychiatrist. I can't go on like this. He gave me the option to either cut my last Zyprexa pill (from the samples he gave me) in half and take it for two more days that way or just abruptly stop and keep an eye out for sweating more and/or flu-like symptoms.

I haven't decided yet.