I got out of bed and into real clothes for the first time since I got really sick a little over a week ago. I saw my therapist who thought I was doing well aside from fatigue and not feeling well. I also saw my pdoc who didn't exactly say she thought I was depressed but I know she did. I was so tired by the time I saw her (and worried about my Charlie cat who has sores in his mouth and I think is in pain; we go to the vet tomorrow) and I'm sure I did seem flat and low energy plus I got all confused between clozapine and clonazepam because I didn't listen carefully. So not my best visit ever but I truly think it's just not feeling well. On the other hand my pdoc is rarely wrong about what is going on; she has intuition that is kind of scary. So I guess we'll see (and these are my assumptions; had she been worried she'd have been more direct about depression).

I'm home now and am snuggled up in bed watching videos on Youtube. I'm really tired but am trying to make it to midnight to do another breathing treatment. I didn't do one this morning and really needed one by the time I got home. At least I can sleep late tomorrow before the vet appointment.