That Bloody Girl

So...met my psychiatrist today. He wasn't Doctor Melfi, but he was nice. A little arrogant. Hey, what psychiatrist isn't? Seriously, I think arrogance 101 is part of their residency training. Anyway, he's nice and confident and his office has a very, very nice view. Plus, I'll probably see him fifteen minutes once every month/six weeks. So, yeah. The only thing that was weird was that he sat at his desk and typed up pretty much everything I said. I'm glad he's taking notes, but what happened to note pads and quiet nods and "mhmm"s and eye contact? He did make some eye contact and he did have to urge me on a few times, but you know, it's hard to think about what I am telling you over the sound of you typing up everything I'm telling you. Maybe he never learned shorthand in medical school. Anyway, it's not a big deal.  What is a big deal is that I went at all. I've basically been in denial for most of my life about my "psych"

Hello one, hello all. It has been a good week. In fact, it's kind of been a good couple of weeks. I was able to raise my microbiology grade up to a 94%, which is good enough for me. I managed to make perfect scores on the last chapter test as well as on the final. Which means an A for me. Which means I am no longer suicidal/homicidal. Okay, I never was, really, but it sure did freak me out. I don't do well with Bs. I'm better than Bs. This is what I tell myself anyway. So, today I am rewarding myself for an admirable effort and am having a mocha from my favorite coffee house. Yes, that's right, I'm drinking coffee again. I stopped because it was expensive and because I thought it was linked to some sort of insomnia issue--mainly not being able to fall asleep for a while after I've laid down. Well, this week I decided to test that out and ended up drinking approximately 1/2 - 1 cup a day and only had an issue the day I drank it after five. So, I thi