I walked a bit today at the grocery store and to my car. My car is dying. It doesn't always function, either. I don't know when I'll see my pdoc again. I don't even HAVE a T- The last time I saw her, she just said we were through because I didn't have anything really to talk about, even THOUGH ONE of the last appointments I had with her I "ugly cried" through the whole thing about my dad being an alcoholic. All she did was give me photocopies of lists of AA meetings. UGH! That SO did not help. I need to talk with other people with alcoholic parents, not other alcoholics.