Health watch, head meds, all that shite

I can't get out of bed, really, and I have two dependent dogs, and a mtg today at the community centre.  I have to address something with an mdoc that thinks I'm an hypochondriac, which I'd give anything to be over sick all the time.  I haven't gotten my mail all week, and  don't know what to expect when I do.  One of my meds isn't for anxiety at all but to treat Parkinson's, of which I'm exhibiting symptoms, which doesn't mean I have Parkinson's, it means I have "parkinsonism", a side effect of headmeds.  I want to take a long drive to the coast, I can't afford it yet, but will soon, very soon.  I have to get out of bed today to sign the Otherh's contract, since technically they're employing my employee, but I don't want to move at all.  At all.  I'm going to feed, water and walk my dogs soon here and then hope they can play alone because I just can't face the world.  I really don't think this whole "treatment" thing is working at all and I can't find another pdoc to save my mind.  I made two new friends over the past two weeks which is very nice.   I don't  know how to keep going like this, but I've decided work is out of the question.   Well, others decided it was out of the question.   Eventually I'll be stable, I hear, but I just don't know how.  I'm losing weight again, which is a sign that I feel good about eating in the future, or that I just can't give a shit about food, either one works for me, I have pants that fit. 
I hear the news sometimes, and I know I could read it if I wanted to, but I've just been convinced that this atmosphere of fear mongering isn't very conducive to a paranoiac depressive with flights of mania. 
My birthday is next month.  Odds on me making it?
I miss Canada.