Jilli, my condolences.
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Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
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Glad it got there, Cass, and I'm glad you had other good news in the mail.
Woot for Cass The Victorious!!
{{Jilli}} Much peace to you and Pete.
askye, I hope things continue to go well with the shrink and therapist. The fact you were able to stay on top of the situation, despite the boulder trying to push you back downhill, really shows how well you actually are doing. As others have said, brain chemistry is wack, yo.
omnis, hope they fix the floor with minimal fuss. That's definitely the not fun kind of renovation. Unless you can get them to install a slide down into the garage (was it the garage), so you didn't have to use the stairs.
Checking in for those who aren't in Natter: I'm fine, it's kind of windy, bored now.
omnis, good luck with the renovation.
In a similar vein I've been fighting with Ford over the problems I've been having with the MyFord Touch system in my Focus and they are now going to send me a check equal to one of the monthly lease payments. They are also still working on the problems.
Cass glad you were victorious.
I saw my therapist who was really nice and I threw a lot of info at her. She does DBT. I brought it up and she said she did it. I was kind of rambling at that point. I cried but it wasn't so bad.
Today I woke up and actually didn't feel dread and anxiety. Which my Inner Mental Bully spun this as a bad thing - but I tried to stay away from those thoughts.
I had decided I did not want to return to the assignment. It seemed my choices were - go back to work and be filled with dread and anxiety and try and deal with that and being depressed while trying to perform a job and not cry/freak out in front of people. OR Not go back and be filled with dread, anxiety, depression and try to fight off the Inner Mental Bully's thinking that I'm a bad person, failure, and fraud while being able to cry and freak out in the comfort of my own home.
I wasn't able to make that decision until I could get some validation from my therapist, M. Because I also feel that I can't trust my instincts on certain things because whatever I pick is wrong.
Will offered to come up but I think I need some time to process all of this so I'll see him Thursday. And tomorrow I'm going to make myself go to the knitting group so I'll get out and do something.
Askye, glad to hear of the progress. Baby steps! tons of hugs (if you like hugs) for you!
Unless you can get them to install a slide down into the garage (was it the garage), so you didn't have to use the stairs.Ha. Except the garage is my neighbors and not mine. But that would be cool. Sure would make bringing stuff down to the garage a lot easier. And if I could get a winch at the top of the slide to haul stuff back up, it could just work!
So now I am waiting for insurance to call me back, and hear the progress with my ongoing battle with payment for the stupid ER visit in Vegas last year. Ugg. Such a pain. And there is no phone in the workshop, and they don't want to call on the cell. Ugg. Blah blah. bitch. moan. Ugg.
ETA: Well, it's past 5pm now, so I'm guessing insurance gal is not calling back. Ugg.
Whoa. Just found out that my little cousin is going to be in the touring company of Billy Elliot.
very cool!