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Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I know they're busy, but the admin staff is the actual worst at following through with requests. I should have just emailed in the first place, but I foolishly thought that talking to a human on the phone would be faster. Silly me.
We'll see if it takes them another 7 days to respond to my email.
A question re: anxiety. Now that I'm on Lexapro and the anxiety isn't making me break down into flailing tears of panic, I'm noticing more generalized anxiety that seems to be looking for something to latch on to. I acknowledge that the Buffistas are not official therapists, but it seems I'm now dealing with the habitual anxiety I've developed over the decades. My brain has tried to take responsibility for things that are utterly not my problem for most of my life. I drive down the road with complete right of way, and then I feel guilty that someone trying to pull out of a driveway has to wait for me to pass. I see an oil puddle in the parking lot I just pulled into, and I worry about my brand new car.
I honestly don't have time to fit a therapist into my schedule, so can anyone give me directions to useful websites that deal with this?
I have heard of online therapists, but I've never really done it. Also, I win at diplomacy. I did talk to Weirdo Writer and we worked our stuff out(I still kind of hope never to talk to her again, but I think we are okay now.) She followed me and put me on a list labelled "adversaries". Again, who does that. I would say I could solve the Middle East, but every dickhead says that now.
Stayed up way too late last night: woke up too late to get to the food pantry. Admittedly, I am reluctant to go. I need to but it's like I am embarrassed to admit that I need that help.
Will try to go tomorrow.
Stayed up way too late last night: woke up too late to get to the food pantry. Admittedly, I am reluctant to go. I need to but it's like I am embarrassed to admit that I need that help.
Will try to go tomorrow.
sj, Peanut is in daycare a couple times a week now, and her skills have taken a huge leap forward. I think it's a great idea.
None of us like to admit we need help, sumi, but we all do.
Please go tomorrow, sumi. Take care of yourself.
Thank you, everyone. Hopefully I'll hear back from one of the places soon and we can find a way to fit it into our budget.
I have a lot of anxiety about being judged as inadequate as a mother because of my disability, which I'm sure is playing into all of this. I have the TV off and the computer shutdown. Maybe I can actually get some sleep tonight.