I heard from my pdoc today. The dr she intended to work with is off but she is now trying to work with another dr who is in charge of one of the units for very sick people. He sometimes takes patients on the mood disorder unit and hopefully will agree to take me that way. This would be good because it lets me be where I've always been, with the nurses I know and the routine I know.

She thinks she'll know something tomorrow but I probably won't go in until next week because of how short-staffed they are.

She was actually responding to my last email or phone call and then found my therapist's note in her junk mail; I assumed she was responding because she got that email. So now I feel like I've been pestering her although I have not been and I did try to describe what I've felt like lately so that she hopefully understands why I'm struggling so much with not knowing things. But I did ask her to keep me in the loop and I'm not sure she's thrilled with that request. But I often think she's mad at me when she isn't when I've had to be persistent about something; I just hate bugging her about things.

And I finally am approved for some valium for sleep. Thank God.

So things are finally happening and this may end eventually after all.