I kept myself fairly busy today planning for an upcoming vacation. Hubby was working from home and will work from home tomorrow, mostly to support me (each other) after our loss of our parrot. I did have to do some very sad tasks, but it wasn't until a little after dinner that the sadness intensified. But I got past it.

Tomorrow I see my therapist. I'll have to tell her about our loss. I'm not sure how I'll be. I like her and find her very helpful, but I am not close to her in any way. I would have preferred to tell my psychiatrist first, but he's already left for his long vacation. He did tell me that if I had anything urgent that I could text him. That was odd. He never offered me to text him ever before. I rarely even call his cell phone number. I just call his main line, when needed. I've never wanted to be the type of patient that calls too much. Also, he knows there is a bit of transference going on. It's been going on for years. No, I won't call or text him. He's on his vacation trying to enjoy himself. The last thing he needs is to hear from his patient that she's grieving the loss of her parrot. Actually, I have no idea what I'd even text him about. I already told him that my medication supply is good. I guess unless I became stranded somewhere far away and needed him to confirm my meds, there's nothing else he should do. He has an emergency psychiatrist his patients can contact. Once several years ago, I actually contacted that doctor. She was not anyone I'd have continued seeing. I guess if I was REALLY very sick, I'd go to the ER.