First off, sorry if I leave anything out- let me know if i do.

I seem to notice the theme of keeping a routine. (before I was actually on meds people would think of me as very organized, but i always felt not organized enough). I'm slowly getting back into that routine of organizing things (tho sleep is still a horrid issue, as insomnia has came back since no meds). And recently went to take the mail out, and did part of a routine where I locked the bottom lock of my place, but didn't realize until I got out to the mailbox that I forgot the key to open my mailbox, and then realized i locked myself out of the house (mailbox key was on appartment keychain, which was inside).
How does one text themselves? I'm still attempting to figure out how to do that. (i add notepad things on my phone, but i never end up getting around to looking at them), I do alarms and calendar things as well (on my phone) but still isn't suffiencent enough for me.

And He did. I asked him (my pdoc) a few times too (two times i think(slept since then)), i was hoping to get more out of him than just to 'just deal with it'.
lol, and thanks SenatorPenguin, you make me smile!
I'm still working on getting a diffrent pdoc. ... ...
And yep, Heart rate and blood pressure. And it's cause I'm on other meds.. Like Prednisone (steriod) which raises my heart rate (i usually have a fast one anyways cause i'm always dehydrated), and then at that time I was also on Cipro which raised both my heart rate and blood pressure. And my adhd med is known to have side effects of high blood pressure and fast heart rate.. So I guess he was airing on the side of caution? (tho my bpm and blood pressure were actually much lower than they have been before that day. )

Yes, I sorta see a T. Every few weeks, and I recently found out they swap out therapist every so often (like rotate patients or something like that), so I dont know how longer she'll be my T. :-\ ... Sometimes we talk of things of importance, and most of the time we kinda just sit there with idle chit-chat trying to fill the uncomfortable quietness.