Demanding I resume Psychotropic Drugs.

Into full on whining tonight, sorry. It's been 13 weeks of Quarantine and it seems a bit excessive. If I do go out for groceries, or to take a break, it is strict face covering, goggles, and head cover. Yikes, I look like a Saudi Arabian Niqab wearing woman. As it is for all of us, being isolated in my apartment can be quite wearing, but overall I have been doing rather well, aside from frequent Ocular Migraine Headaches. These are not painful but a bit incapacitating, they are.

Out of the blue, the VA has called me twice, wanting to get me seeing a counselor and to get me back on Psychotropic Drugs. So far, I seem to have a choice. I've done nothing antisocial, and had no contact with the Plod. After sundown, I am inside, with the door locked.

I've been off the Drugs since 2008, and have no desire to resume them.

I am a bit frightened, worried that there may be some legal basis for them to acost me. My God, I live the life of a Nun, full on!