There's a frog in my kitchen. In a tank mind you, but there's a frog in my kitchen. It's name is Topanga. I should be complaining, but I won't because it's a good sign.
Simply put, B is coming out the other side. Yesterday was session 2 of 5 for this week. B has two therapists and a psych. Therapist Prime is for general stuff, gender, and sex. Therapist Beta is for EMDR trauma work. Psych is for meds. So they saw therapist beta on Saturday because they were available. It helped for sure. Prime was yesterday and that appears to have helped a lot. While I don't know everything that was discussed, B told me they discussed getting on a new med or increasing the dosage of an existing med. GOOD. I don't care about anything else right now. Stabilize. They even went out to our friend's house from 6:30 - 9:30 to make sure they weren't alone while I slept. GOOD. This is progress, I mean the future's uncertain and the end is always near, but hey, let it roll baby roll. Let it roll all night long. I will take what I can get. Maybe we can make it to 2023. Maybe.
I taught. Nothing exciting there. 33 people, two groups. Finished at noon. Relaxed. Saw B for all of 3 hours max yesterday. But it's okay. Same today probably. Nothing to really report on my end. I'm still alive for now.
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