Well, came home from work to find BF in another massive panic attack and confused state (couldn't remember my number -- or that you only need to press the name, or the number for 911 either.) After the incident the week before last where he completely lost touch, I wasn't going to take chances and took him to an urgent (psych) walk in clinic. They had us transferred over to the psych ER here and I'm waiting to find out if they're keeping him (probably overnight anyway). So... not the greatest day, but at least not as bad as the week before last (which was pretty much a horror show).

I was so sad today at work. Back on the shelf with that. Stuff it down, do what needs to be done. Story of my life...

Edited to add, nope they're sending him home.