I called my psychiatrist this morning, and told him that I'm a walking cold virus factory. I gave him the choice of seeing me, as scheduled, tomorrow, or rescheduling me. He gave me an appointment next Monday at 9:30 am. I think that's for the best. I'm a pretty sad sight! Last time I saw him, he rescheduled me to 9:30 am and told me he used to not be able to offer that. He's sort of semi-retired. I don't think he usually even sees patients at 9:30 am. He's a good egg!