They cannot be that old.
I finally took some NyQuil to help me sleep. It worked so yay.
And got another call to confirm my appointment tomorrow...and realized that I am not obsessing and panicking about whether or not I will be believed about needing anti anxiety meds. I don't know if she'll prescribe any but I'm not afraid she won't believe me or think I'm faking.
Which is freaking huge because in the past this level of anxiety wouldn't have even registered with me as being anxiety it would have just been my normal. In the past I would have gotten to the point of almost being barely able to function and also super anxious that no one would believe I needed help.
Tom Scola, I missed your birthday, but I'm happy you were born.
I needed it too, Shir. Did you and your parents arrive at a plan for Passover that you feel comfortable with?
Yes! Thanks for asking. I sent my mom a horror tweet this morning from an MD about a kid who visited their parents and now both are in hospital with the virus because the kid was sick without symptoms. The dad is in a really bad condition and the mom is in a mild condition. That apparently did the trick, because even though she still thinks she wouldn't catch it, my mom would like me not to feel guilty in the "unlikely case" they'll catch it on their way to me so they cancelled the visit. Yay common ground!
And how are you? How is your family doing?
Edited: Eh, grammar. Who needs.
This means Owen turns 16 and Ticky turns 15 in the next eight days.
LALALALALA, I CAN'T HEAR YOU.
askye, given your personal history, which I'm sure will be taken into account, I can't see how they'd turn you down. Consider the large number of people who've never had to deal with this level of (appropriate) anxiety who are turning up asking for help? You should be a shoe-in.
Neither sewing machine is working now -- My mom's old one turns out to have been made in November of 1941, since it has a serial number and Singer numbered them consecutively in that period. But the electricity, she is not flowing, so I'm exactly where I started.
I think I'll try some deep-cleaning of my bedroom instead, i.e. excavating under the bed and so on. Lucky I've got a damn mask handy to keep the dust out of my nose.
I know Theo, it's just thinking I won't be believed if I need help is part of my .. trauma/PTSD... something (not just with anxiety, I feel like that about anything that has to do with medical stuff that isn't clear cut) so the fact that I'm not stressing about it is really good. Plus just realizing that this level of anxiety is anxiety is a huge improvement. It used to be I'd be at what most people would call a 8 or even a 10 in terms of anxiety and think of it as , like 4.
Timelies all!
Another lovely day here with Mr. S, who hasn't been out of the house in a couple days.(Not for lack of us asking, mind you,)
I took an edible last night so slept in until after 10am! Lazed about in bed for a while and then made coffee and breakfast. Definitely not feeling into doing much of anything. Somehow already dreading work tomorrow. Mostly because the weekend doesn't feel all that different or like much of a break?
ltc keeps claiming she doesn't want to go outside, but that is not an option. She's also staying awake in her room until after 9 and sleeping past 8:30. If I thought she was going back to school anytime soon I'd be worried about the messed up schedule.
