I did call the crisis line and I guess I scared her because she's going to try to send someone out today to check on me and maybe move up my pdoc appointment. She threw the term manic around a bit. I had some "nighty night" tea last night and slept 5 hours. My dad's out today. I scraped up/bruised my knee running donw a wet grassy hill yesterday. I feel like a child throwing a temper tantrum and God's pinning me down by the wrists, but He taught me some self-defense stuff when he decided to give me to my father so maybe I'll get up.