So today could be an interesting day. I have an appointment with my therapist--good timing on that one--and then husband has an appointment with his psychiatrist. husband has had racing thoughts (admitted it and wow was it obvious) and 1 night of insomnia--not as bad as before psychiatric hospital but still scares teh **&* out of me as that was one thing that triggered his manic episode. Then last night he was on his I don't need these medications tirade, and he called his psychiatrist a flake! I have seen flakey docs, I work with many of them and he is by no means a flake! He returns his calls and genuinely seems to care. So where in the world did that come from? I have been going to all of husband's doctor appts with him, his memory is shot so he just cannot recall all that was said. I have been trying to be careful about how I word things, but last night I slipped and said WE have an appointment with psychiatrist tommorrow. He glared at me and said WE!!! Oh, I wish I had not said we. It does sound bad, but I did not mean it that way. Now I am not sure if he is going to let me go, I am going to try to go along and at least stay in the front lobby as I think his psychiatrist will call me in if he has questions for me, he has done that in the past, but I am a little worried. Then after husband's psychiatrist appointment we go to difficult child's psychiatrist. That I am not worried about, but if he asks me how husband is doing I will have to let difficult child leave as I don't know if I can talk to his psychiatrist about it without breaking down. I am just so unsure of how this day will turn out. husband needs to see psychiatrist and he needs his medications. I am not willing to put up with husband unless he continues his medications and hope it does not come down to an ultimatum, but with him it often does.