Telling time

By Mir
June 17, 2005

So, on the one hand, I am feeling a vague shell of my former self. Which–under the circumstances–is a GOOD thing. As recently as a few days ago I still pretty much felt like a troglodyte. Even approximately feeling human is progress. Huzzah!

On the other hand, I went to great, grovelling lengths to get scheduled with my (former) therapist because it seemed like I might benefit from some head-shrinking at this particular juncture in my life (go figure). I had to make many phone calls and snivel a lot and then wait over a week for today to arrive, for my appointment at 12:15, at long last. I zipped across town with palpable relief.

Guess what time they had me scheduled for! Go on, GUESS!

(Hint: NOT 12:15!)

So what I get today is a lot of apologies and a new appointment (in two weeks; which, WOW, I sure am glad I’m not in crisis or anything!) and on Monday I get to have a brief phone call because it’s possible I look like I am about to bite the heads off of puppies, or something. I’m not really sure.

It’s okay. Really, it’s fine. I will look back on this and laugh. Why, look! I’m laughing, already! While banging my head on the desk!


  1. DOG

    Happy Friday. Be nice to the puppies and go eat pizza instead.

  2. ben

    Dang, did they put you in the wrong time zone or something?

    Look on the bright side (he says cheerfully, knowing that 2,000 miles of fiber optic cable lie between us) – at least they didn’t flee the country.

    But hey, on a different note – nice shell! So pretty.

  3. notdonnareed

    I just had the exact same experience with my son’s therapist. You’d think they’d know better than to eff around with crazy people. All I can say is thank God for Xanax! (For me, not him.)

  4. mark

    This may sound trite, but have a nice weekend. :)

  5. Tiny Coconut

    Yeah, that happened to me just about two weeks ago. Except I was early. So, no appointment-change necessary. But, damn, it makes one feel a wee bit, um, what’s that word? Oh, yeah. Stupid.

    Here’s the good news: You’re not stupid. Stress just puts holes in your brain. Or at least that’s what I told myself.

    Congrats on going for some talk therapy. I personally think it should be mandatory with every drug prescription…

  6. Dawn

    Remember how pretty you are!!!- hang in there….

  7. Bob

    You need time off. We’re going to KC at the end of next week to visit with family, eat copious amounts of the world’s best BBQ and reintroduce myself to Fat Bastard beer. Come on out and meet my wacko in-laws. We’ll catch a royals game, tour Truman’s home & library and take the kinder to the toy museum and zoo. My sister in-law has a horse you can ride and goats to dodge. Forget all the crap at home and vacate in the great midwest!

    Nope? You don’t know what you’re missing!

    I hope you have a relaxed and happy weekend.

  8. Dawn

    Just further proof (as if more were needed) that Murphy was an optimist.

    I’m still laughing about the suggestion that you sing, “I’m just a girl who can’t say no” while dancing on the music director’s head.

    And if anyone hassles you this weekend? You just look ’em straight in the eye and say, “…wiggy wiggy wiggy BOOGERS!!!” and sashay off doing the teapot dance.

    Be gentle with yourself until you’re well.

  9. Amy

    Hey, if you take Bob up on his suggestion you can visit me, too! KC is fun to visit, you just wouldn’t want to live here. I’ll let you sleep till noon and will feed you absolutely nothing on the virtue diet…think about it! :)

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