Descending Into Madness

I'm slowly falling into a level of insanity that's new to me. Last night around 1:30AM I got a call... the voice on the other end sounded like my father when he was sick... he's been dead 2 and 1/2 years now. This morning as I was leaving for my therapy appointment, my alarm clock made this weird beeping sound (it was turned off) and crackled: "Dr. Murphy, could you please check Mrs. MacNeil's charts before you leave the office?" I know there are logical reasons for both these events. The phone call was a wrong number and I heard what I wanted to hear. And the alarm clock picked up some transmission from one of the medical centers across the street. But, still... Well, anyway... other than my dead father calling and my alarm clock picking up random signals life is shitty. My therapist wants to see me again Friday... I guess I have graduated to a new level of crazy. I'm hoping he'll be able to find some groups I can participate in to meet new people... so lonely...