Not the best week for medical appointments in my immediate family.

I had three medical appointments this week, including my Dermatologist taking six biopsies off me, and another doctor saying my blood pressure was elevated.

Whee.

I woke up this morning, remembering the few times I had to attend Catholic church with Jacqueline (Matilda being in the xmas play being the usual occasion) and the part where you stand up and shake hands with all your neighbors and say "Christ be with you" or "Peace be with you."

And I thought, I need an exchange with strangers where we shake hands and say "May the Executive Function be with you." "And also with you."

Happy Birthday Bonny!

Happy Birthday Beth!

I guess I'm just weirded out that I'm being rushed into treatment for an issue that I've never had a noticeable symptom of—it's all test results that have no connection to how I actually feel and were originally prompted by an unrelated routine procedure. I suppose that's better than waiting for things to go wrong in a way that does affect my daily life, but it's such a 180° from what I'm used to with mental health care, where getting treatment was like pulling teeth even though I was in enough distress to be more or less nonfunctional.