'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Doctor-ma to everyone.
Zen, can you maybe view it as not such a big thing? You don't have to solve all of your problems with this one phone call. You just have to call someone and pick a time. I know it's easy to pile things up until they become scary and giant and significant, but it's just a phone call.
Plus, maybe no one will pick up and you can leave a message!
I know, it's just a phone call. I called, left a message. We'll see what happens. Maybe I should take up my distrust of psychiatrists with my hypothetical new psychiatrist.
Much test~ma for Tim. I've had costochondritis, and it's not fun. I hope everything comes back well, and Tim can start treatment soon.
Phone~ma, Zenkitty.
Plus, maybe no one will pick up and you can leave a message!
Woo! Dana sent the no~answer~ma! Well done.
Why doesn't everyone do email?
Alas, unlike most introverts, I wanted someone to answer! But maybe they'll call me back soon.
The appointment went okay. She's not a big fan of long term antidepressants, but she was a really good listenener, and that should help, I think.
I hope you can find a psychiastrist you trust Zen.
Also sj I hope the therapist works out.
Medical~ma for everyone, and hugs/hairpats/knowing looks for those who want them.
I'm having anxiety over taking Peanut down to the Exploratorium, which is just ridiculous. The walk isn't any longer than the walks we've taken down to the farmers market, the museum itself is kid-friendly by its nature, and she's in good health & spirits. It's just my brain being dumb because we've never been there before. STOP IT, BRAIN.
Did I say -- I honestly can't remember -- his rheumatologist thinks that the intermittent discomfort Tim is having in his chest is not IN his lungs; he thinks it's costochondritis (inflammation of the cartilage that connects the ribs to the sternum).
I hope that's what it is. Though I suspect I've got it going on right now (there's nothing else that seems to be causing it and I've been through the medical three ring circus this summer) and it's hella frustrating.
Though I suspect I've got it going on right now
It seems to be the cartilage version of pleurisy. Like something inside your chest cavity but outside your lungs is all inflamed like crazy and will not un-inflame.