I'm alive!
Okay so it has been yet a little while since I've posted. I attended therapy on Monday. It was not that bad, and I think this shrinkie poo will work out. I've made another appointment to see him next Monday. I also had a physical this week as well. Well... I had half of a physical. I called this Immediate Care clinic in the morning and wanted to know if I needed to do anything or bring anything or if they were able to give me a physical that day. They said that they were able to, and since it is a walk in clinic that I needed to be there by 8pm since they close at 9pm. I was there at 5:30pm. They finally put me in an exam room at around 6:45pm. Well a physical includes an eye exam, blood pressure check, an EKG, a lot of touching and feeling of your limbs, listening to your heart and lungs, blood testing, and the insertion of certain objects to check the back of your throat and your ear canal. Well when I called NO ONE told me that you had to fast for the blood testing. That would have been so helpful when I was eating that fabulous birthday cake. The doctor proceeded to give me a physical anyway sans the blood testing. I get to go to work an hour and a half early for that. Yippee. I'm hoping that I'm not diabetic. If I am I'm just going to move to Belgium or France and eat pastries until I go into a diabetic coma. Life is just not worth living if you can't have sweets. So I am trying to improve myself. I really, really, really need to study for that stupid test for work. I will have to take it this month. If I don't pass then I'm screwed out of about $300 bucks for the next 3 months. That just can't happen because I am piss poor already.
I am going to blog more. It's cathartic and therapeutic. I post down all my insane thoughts and remain anonymous. No one averts their eyes when they see the crazy in mine. People don't go the long way to avoid me. I think that I might even give the link of my blog to my shrink. I will have to come up with a nickname for him though. You know what is absolutely weird. I have actually withheld information from the therapist because I don't want them to think that I'm crazy. I'm sure that they have heard, and seen worse than me. But I don't want to be the topic of conversation at the shrink water cooler.
Shrink 1: Hey how is your day going?
Shrink 2: Not so bad, and you?
Shrink 1: Eh, it could be better. I'm trying to resist the urge to tell my client Dreaming Big that not even Jesus himself could help her, but she's the reason why I could buy my third antique Jaguar.
Shrink 1: I meant to ask you that, how is it running? I'd like to invite you to the Antique Car show at BB&T. Chelsea helped me pay for my 1967 antique Mustang, I might even get that 1960 mint condition Pontiac Bonneville Convertible that I've been eyeing.
Shrink 2: You still see that crazy bitch Chelsea??? She must have helped you rebuild your East wing too.
Shrink 1: Dreaming Big helped me with that, remember I referred her to you?
Shrink 2: Oh. Both of them are crazy bitches.
Let me stop and go to bed now!
Ta!
I am going to blog more. It's cathartic and therapeutic. I post down all my insane thoughts and remain anonymous. No one averts their eyes when they see the crazy in mine. People don't go the long way to avoid me. I think that I might even give the link of my blog to my shrink. I will have to come up with a nickname for him though. You know what is absolutely weird. I have actually withheld information from the therapist because I don't want them to think that I'm crazy. I'm sure that they have heard, and seen worse than me. But I don't want to be the topic of conversation at the shrink water cooler.
Shrink 1: Hey how is your day going?
Shrink 2: Not so bad, and you?
Shrink 1: Eh, it could be better. I'm trying to resist the urge to tell my client Dreaming Big that not even Jesus himself could help her, but she's the reason why I could buy my third antique Jaguar.
Shrink 1: I meant to ask you that, how is it running? I'd like to invite you to the Antique Car show at BB&T. Chelsea helped me pay for my 1967 antique Mustang, I might even get that 1960 mint condition Pontiac Bonneville Convertible that I've been eyeing.
Shrink 2: You still see that crazy bitch Chelsea??? She must have helped you rebuild your East wing too.
Shrink 1: Dreaming Big helped me with that, remember I referred her to you?
Shrink 2: Oh. Both of them are crazy bitches.
Let me stop and go to bed now!
Ta!
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