If we were having coffee this weekend I would tell you how ecstatic I am that I finally found someone to write my psychiatric medication before I ran out and went into withdrawal. I was irritated, scared and getting myself into a real tizzy.
If we were having coffee this weekend I would tell you how I had to give in and make an appointment with a podiatrist for my sore foot. I have been limping wildly around since I can’t put my weight on it.
I would tell you how I had to spend an hour getting evaluated by the intern in the office of the APN nurse so that I could get my medication. Nothing like going over and over you life story.
I would also tell you that I had my therapy appointment and she wants me to journal. Like real journaling, the stuff in my head that I don’t write here. Believe it or not I don’t share everything on here although it doesn’t seem that way if you have been reading my whole blog for a long time. She may be sorry she asked.
I would tell you I have never done so much writing in my life as this month. There is so much going on that I have missed a lot of my story prompt writing. I can’t do everything and write for the therapist and read a few of the blogs as well.
I would tell you that I hope you feel better soon.