Helen came today. She couldn't stay long so just made some tuna salad. Mom came over to eat a sandwich a moment ago which thrilled Maggie like crazy.
Tonight is Charlie's birthday. I am not able to go, but will go in spirit. I certainly hope dad comes by with my medications this afternoon.
I still feel very weird to say the least. I feel like I don't have control of my mind or my emotions. I keep having slips out of reality. My doctor told me to, "take a bath, dress, and go about your day." That was about as therapeutic as telling a 3 year old that Santa was dead. I do have an appointment with a therapist to work on the anxiety attack stuff. And I am going to get a second opinion from another doctor. Just gotta make an appointment.