I had a big day. 75 minutes to therapy, an intense hour in therapy which ended with him trying to help me cry and homework that will. While I was in therapy my pdoc called and asked me to come later. So I filled some time, got a sandwich I think upset my stomach, and drove 75 minutes to see her. She increased my AD although it has to be temporary and careful as I get manic in June and no way can I be on this much AD when that risk occurs. We talked a long time and then I drove 2.5 hours home.

I'm glad for the increased AD. Hopefully I'll have a little more energy and be better able to deal with my father's death with the boost.