* Post title is, believe it or not, courtesy of Spongebob Squarepants.
I actually called the post that just to try to be funny. It’s not a bad thing.
Help is on the way.
Remember that hour-long crying jag I had at work a while back? That was sort of a wake-up call. That I can’t do this alone anymore.
It took a little while, but I’ve got all the paperwork and procedural things in order.
And today is the day. (It would have been last Wednesday, had it not been for the snowstorm.)
First, Mom is driving me to see Dr. A., the physician, for just a general check-up. Got some things to talk about with Dr. A.
Then, I’m going to see Doctor. For the first time in gosh-knows-how-long.
Probably by the weekend, I’ll be back on medication.
But not back in therapy. I’m wary of therapists anymore, because 2 of the last 3 therapists I’ve seen got judgmental on me, and so I ended sessions with them. I didn’t think that was supposed to happen. I don’t know if it was them or if it was me.
Anyway. That’s over with.
Still wondering about that post title? I did mention a while back I have an irrational fear of needles. And I think Dr. A. will probably be doing some blood work today. And, if I’m going to get back on medication, that will require periodic blood draws, the first of which would probably be this weekend.
Oy. (I was looking for a particular Daffy Duck sound byte, which would have perfectly sounded out what I really meant to say, but I couldn’t find it!)
So, you know, the post title is meant to be funny. Because, when Dr. A.’s office called yesterday with my 24-hour reminder call, after I hung up the phone, that’s exactly what I said – “Death row, next in line speaking.” And Mom and Younger Brother started laughing.
*shrug* Take your laughs where you can, I guess.
Oh, gosh. Mom’s calling. Time to go!