Therapy went well, I'm glad it's over for the week. On the plus side I made a bit of a breakthrough. My father apologized for last night's argument and that he is proud of me. I personally think he is full of shyt; but whatever he still isn't coming no matter how much he begs. He'll tell Cardiologist it's anxiety even though I know it's not, my primary doc and this sweet PA agree it's to high to be anxiety.

I'm hanging out at Auntie's house catching up on the Grey's Anatomy and Station 19 I missed yesterday.