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!