Regarding the comments my friends made about my last entry.He is, he is a really good doctor. And he is very good to me. He does research for me, talks to other doctors about me and looks for ways to help me feel better. He knows about some stuff that has happened to me in the past and does his best to work with me and not make me feel worse or have flashbacks. I like him a lot and I really trust him. He also believes that I know my body best and know what I need when things are bad. So he asks me what I want him to do, what I think might help. It's nice to be consulted. Although sometimes I do not know what I want because I don't know what will help. Sometimes when I am really frustrated, I start thinking you have the medical degree. How mean is that? I trust him a lot. He proved he could be trusted when I told him about the rape and he didn't totally disregard me after. He knows my situation. He knows that I feel uncomfortable with other doctors and feels that I should call him when I need help because of this. He understands that other doctors do not know me and that I am often afraid of telling new people all about me and so those new people would have a hard time treating me. He feels I don't abuse his offer to call him and so he offers it a lot. And that is also the reason why it is hard for me to call him on his day off. He is so good to me and I start feeling guilty. Everyone should be able to take a day off. Then I start thinking about how I get mad at my husband for working so hard and I think my doctor's wife is going to be mad at me for taking so much of his time. But I have met his wife and she knows what I am going through and I have talked to her on the phone when things are bad and she is so understanding and nice to me. So I know she is not mad and you know what, that makes me feel more guilty. They are both such nice people. I know I am crazy weird. Guilt just works for me. Anyway, I know Ken and Dani are right, I should call him. If things are bad tomorrow, I vow to call.