It's only Sunday and I'm already exhausted. While I'm slowly getting used to work longer hours, the ball that got rolling with the autism specialist is starting to spin out of control. I didn't think it would be this stressful (from my point of view). I'm not sure anymore that I'm taking the right meds since every doctor seems to be telling me something different. I don't know what to think anymore. I hope the week has a lot of pleasant moments.