Art therapy was a drag. In the end I wrote random sentences on a coloured piece of paper and then made an envelope for the whole things. It's even worse than it sounds, but it was the therapist-intern's idea.
I talked to Dr. H after tea this afternoon and yes, the psychological tests (which took place today in stead of next week), do indicate that a revision of my diagnosis and / or meds is in order. But...
he is not going to decided this until next week. He wants me to talk to another psychologist on Monday. Plus, to my big surprise, he asked me if I wanted to go to a lecture on ADD next week. It can't be more than boring, so I'm going.
But yeah and best of all, I'm spending the weekend at home! Broadband, here I come!