Thank you, PVB.

I fell back asleep for an hour. The tone in my head is still there. This is not the worst thing in the world. People all over the town I live in are dealing with way bigger problems and worse heartbreaks. I tell myself that I'm just making way too much of a setback that I can learn to accept.

I just keep going to sleep. It's the easiest thing to do.

If the doctors at the psych emergency would have taken this more seriously . . . But what could they have done? This morning, the psych hospital called to offer me an appointment to come in and see a nurse. I guess I would have seen a nurse in a few weeks and then a psychiatrist in another month or two. That seems so invalidating. I'm asking to be helped now, but no one is going to give in to my demandingness.

My boyfriend suggested I go to a different emergency room. Too late now. His attendant leaves in an hour and then I take over his care.

My little mini-drama is of no great consequence. Thank you for seeing some importartance in my plight. I might go back to sleep now.