I got an email from my psychiatrist last night saying that he has recovered from his urosepsis. I'm extremely relieved. He has offered mean appointment on Monday, but didn't propose any specific time. I responded happy about his recovery and simply said that I'd take any time on Monday.

My father has yet again asked to extend his stay at the assisted living. I told my sister he likely would, but she had convinced herself that he wouldn't. Plus, my dad played his old game of fickleness. My sister literally wrote to me "You were right." It's sad that that was true. If we could only get him to the doctors we want him to see. We really want answers about his cognitive health. If he is unwell, that could help get his assisted living paid for. If he is not unwell, cognitively, then we have to start being extremely tough with him. No petting or sweet talk. He's not a little child. The fact is, if he's well, he is basically giving my siblings and me not only middle fingers, but much worse. He's always been a self-centered type, but now he seems brutally so.

Both my husband and I have had late night dry coughs and minor painful and tight chests. I'm pretty sure it's not covid 19, but probably more a result of dry air in the house. If it is something more, then I'm not sure where it would have come from. We'll be monitoring it.

I've been having a lot of mood elevation during the daytime hours. I was pretty wild last night. My evening medications do eventually put me to sleep, then I seem to wake up almost as if I had been slipped a Mickey. But then after an hour, my mood ramps up again.