Seen my pdoc today as a follow up to the hospital visit, you know, with the pdoc on call that was the last one I wanted to see because I didn't want him to find out about it, but there he was committing me.

This would be our 5th appointment meeting. He said sorry he should of caught my mania. He said I was talking paranoid the last few visits- I didn't notice. I told him we don't really know each other that well yet so I don't see how he woulda caught it.

He was happy to hear that the med increase has brought me back down to earth. He was also excited to hear that the need to drink had instantly disappeared.

I told him I needed a therapist referral, and he asked why? I told him I'd rather not say because I need a woman therapist to talk to. I was happy with myself for stepping up like that. Confrontations make me disassociate real bad.

All in all, it was a good day.