We made it through the day.  Thankfully.  I hate having a marathon of appointments in one day, but it is really the best way to schedule them I guess.  I think it did A good to stay home, away from the stress of M.  I think it did M good to spend the afternoon with me.  She talked about a lot of things that she is angry about but did it in a reasonable way.  She also followed the rule of not talking about those things in the car, which was good.  We had some quiet times, some serious discussions, and some fun chats. 



Stress is still high, for both of us.  She hates the realization that my arm will take six to eight weeks to heal.  She hates that I told Dr.D about her depression.  She hates that he and I talk about the reality that she is in counseling and he always asks how it is going.  It's not like I sit there and tell him what she talks about, just that it is helpful.  She doesn't understand why he needs to know.  She doesn't see the connection between her physical well being and her emotional health.  She doesn't remember that he suggested I get her in counseling. 



She said she will go to co-op tomorrow.  She still doesn't want to but recognizes that it is not optional.  Progress.