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I finally broke down and made an appointment with my therapist (not to be confused with my psychiatrist) after having, in short succession, a shouting episode and a sobbing collapse. In my defense both were instigated by an extremely aggravating run-in with Comcast which, at one point, had me on the phone with dispatch, on the internet frantically searching for the developer's contact info, restraining Roscoe...who desperately needed to go outside...and trying to communicate with a physically present technician - all at the same time. The crying wouldn't stop until I'd gotten off the phone with everyone I needed to call (husband to explain absence at dinner with friends, therapist to make appointment and simultaneously sob while explaining my current state) and curled up around a bowl of cereal and my second reading of Vellum.

I did see my psychiatrist who, after listening to my recounting of the interesting experience of having the exact same situation evoke two completely different responses depending on the time of day in which it occurred, prescribed a bottle of 10mg Adderall XR. To be taken in increasing doses at 12 noon until the desired effect is reached. I'm alternately flattered that my psych trusts that I will not abuse the flexibility of said prescription and disturbed that I come across as such a competent person...given my fluctuations as of late.

The move (bought condo on south side of town which required moving from the north...where I've lived since moving here) and all experiences surrounding it were too much and differing from the point of this blog to recount here so I've also started another. I'm probably overextending myself in doing so, but I need the compartmentalization.