The Psych just called me and I've booked my first appointment with her for next Thursday (the 17/05) at 3:30pm. Nothing is available earlier. Oh god the stress.
I think I might be sick that day :p
I'll go, but shit I'm not looking forward to it, I'm nervous and stressed.
And I'm SO shitty omg. I can't fkn read - I thought it said St Albans (which is where I live) on the card, but it says Seddon which isn't that far from here, but BAH I want to go local. I spose, I'm getting my psych consults for free, so I really shouldn't complain, and I'm going to this one on the way home from work, which really isn't so bad, but bah bah bah. I'm so lucky that B's in afterschool care, because if she wasn't, I'd be screwed coz I'd have no one to pick her up. Phew!
To add some more stress, I have to go have a D&M with my dad on Saturday - we've deduced that whilst I love my dad to the top of the world and back, he's partly the reason why I'm such a fucking fruitcake. So, I have to confront him without actually confronting him if that makes sense. My bro Luke has kind of paved the way by having a chat with Dad the other night, and made Dad aware of what's going on with me, so it shouldn't be so hard to talk to him, right?
Wrong.
I'm 30 years old and I'm still scared of my Dadda.
I think I should go grow some feathers and start talking bok bok.
I think I might be sick that day :p
I'll go, but shit I'm not looking forward to it, I'm nervous and stressed.
And I'm SO shitty omg. I can't fkn read - I thought it said St Albans (which is where I live) on the card, but it says Seddon which isn't that far from here, but BAH I want to go local. I spose, I'm getting my psych consults for free, so I really shouldn't complain, and I'm going to this one on the way home from work, which really isn't so bad, but bah bah bah. I'm so lucky that B's in afterschool care, because if she wasn't, I'd be screwed coz I'd have no one to pick her up. Phew!
To add some more stress, I have to go have a D&M with my dad on Saturday - we've deduced that whilst I love my dad to the top of the world and back, he's partly the reason why I'm such a fucking fruitcake. So, I have to confront him without actually confronting him if that makes sense. My bro Luke has kind of paved the way by having a chat with Dad the other night, and made Dad aware of what's going on with me, so it shouldn't be so hard to talk to him, right?
Wrong.
I'm 30 years old and I'm still scared of my Dadda.
I think I should go grow some feathers and start talking bok bok.
Speedy Bubbles
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