After escalating to the point of composing my note and coming up with the beginnings of two alternate plans I got myself into my MD last Friday since I can't get into the psyc for another month. He's put me on Lexipro and Ambien. The weekend was rough, but I think I'm evening out. My obsessive thoughts are easing and I'm getting the most pressing of my work done and making headway on my term paper. My wife has told me my most neurotic little dog, my Katrina rescue, will not go to the bathroom until I get home. Cajun knows things aren't right and she's not dealing well. Poor little thing. I've got to get my shit together for her and my other dogs.