Hec, I can't express how much the offer means. I feel like a dork saying thanks, but not right now. BUT once things lighten up a touch, I'll be over there. My office is not far from BART, so it would be an easy jump across the bay.

It'll be fun! I'm already looking forward to it.

Woops, did we miss Ginger Festivus? Happy happy birthday to Ginger!

It's good to read that you called your pastor. He sounds wise. I know when I get to an overwhelmed with life state (and it happens often) I have to take time off from the board. Not because of anything happening on the board, but just fact of life hours in the day issues. Like it or not, the board is a time suck and sometimes it stops being an option.

You'll be on the receiving end of my ~ma whether you are posting or not.

And my dear, you need not feel a need to speak for your husband. I wouldn't accept the task of speaking for mine.

"MOM! Haven't you ever heard of a DEER IN THE HEADLIGHTS?"

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Right now it's waiting until I get a job. The way our insurance is structured, it pays 60% of the costs of most counseling-type treatments, and the stress of putting the remaining 40% onto our gradually escalating credit card debt feels like it'd make my anxiety worse rather than better.

Yeah, that's why I'm not seeking it to (drumroll please) deal with my deeply-rooted anxiety about... money. (I'm not kidding. I have a toxic relationship with the stuff from growing up without very much of it.)

However, I'd still talk to the NP, with a mention of what Steph mentioned she's done. I'd also check into sliding scale places.

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Seconded. Last night as I was telling the shuttle driver where my apartment was, I got to say "just pull over behind the black ca...by the deer." That was kind of cool.

Best wishes, Susan. Take the time to do what's best for you. And hurry back when you're ready.

So Graco rocks my world. Again.

I called them to get a replacement tray for the highchair. They are sending one.

For free.

Right now it's waiting until I get a job. The way our insurance is structured, it pays 60% of the costs of most counseling-type treatments, and the stress of putting the remaining 40% onto our gradually escalating credit card debt feels like it'd make my anxiety worse rather than better.

Yeah, that's the exact scenario that drove me out of therapy, too.

Which reminds me, I need to call my doctor back. You know, when a patient calls to say they need to make a change in their AD medications, a call back in less that - let me tot it up - 10 days might be appreciated. It's a good thing I'm not actually in any real crisis.

that's why I'm not seeking it to (drumroll please) deal with my deeply-rooted anxiety about... money.

It's a horrid little twist, isn't it? Almost O Henry-ish, but with a nasty dash of grindingly mundane to leave an extra-bad taste.

I hope both of you can find the help you need, in a form you can afford. I wish it weren't so hard to find that combination (but that's a rant I've gone on too many times already).