The spousal unit is up and on manic daughter duty, and will be transporting her to her psych appointment.

I, on the other hand, will be trying to grab some shuteye.

The last few nights have actually been calmer than her first episode(s) three years ago. The delusions, paranoia, and hallucinations, while still present, were not as apocalyptic and nightmarishly horrific as last time. However, my fear is that, if we can’t get her to sleep significantly more than three and a half hours a night for the next several nights, we’ll be back at that stage despite the meds she’s currently on.