Mar. 2nd, 2007
I talked to my shrink today. She seemed to think I was doing okay with only 150 mg per day of Effexor, so she changed my scrip, which is ok by me. I feel like I'm finally over the hard parts of the Katrina thing. I mean, I have for a while, and now I'm pretty sure, sure enough to make the change over and even look at further backing off on my meds.
My hairdresser is gone for good. I totally called her in Mobile. Today, when Alabama weather is all over the news, and I asked her why she had gone so far away that I couldn't get my hair cut. I'm quite self-absorbed some days. But you know, she's been with me for like, 11 years. You can't just forget that.
My mother's counts were all up at the doctor's this week. I encouraged her, yet again, to get some sort of glucose monitoring so she could be really physically aware of when it changed and how much and why. I don't think she would have to keep a close eye on it if she were more aware of what was really going on.
I tracked down my ex boss in his new office to give him my address. He is a hand shaker. I'm not particularly. I am a hugger/waver. I should learn this hand shaking thing. On the other hand, I must note that my W-2 form is not in my possession, he's known this for several days, and it is now past the time when I should have had the thing.
I got my eyebrows waxed and the lady waxing them offered to do my upper lip. I ran home and looked in the mirror. My upper lip? I have FACIAL HAIR? No, it doesn't look any different than usual. I am relieved.
I realize I am acting just like a "woman," like as in "not a man." I am thus horrified.
My hairdresser is gone for good. I totally called her in Mobile. Today, when Alabama weather is all over the news, and I asked her why she had gone so far away that I couldn't get my hair cut. I'm quite self-absorbed some days. But you know, she's been with me for like, 11 years. You can't just forget that.
My mother's counts were all up at the doctor's this week. I encouraged her, yet again, to get some sort of glucose monitoring so she could be really physically aware of when it changed and how much and why. I don't think she would have to keep a close eye on it if she were more aware of what was really going on.
I tracked down my ex boss in his new office to give him my address. He is a hand shaker. I'm not particularly. I am a hugger/waver. I should learn this hand shaking thing. On the other hand, I must note that my W-2 form is not in my possession, he's known this for several days, and it is now past the time when I should have had the thing.
I got my eyebrows waxed and the lady waxing them offered to do my upper lip. I ran home and looked in the mirror. My upper lip? I have FACIAL HAIR? No, it doesn't look any different than usual. I am relieved.
I realize I am acting just like a "woman," like as in "not a man." I am thus horrified.
I don't know what I believe is wrong, but I believe something is wrong. Too many signs and portents. Too many things that, the moment I turn my attention to them, they disappear, like a snake down a hole. Like the bees. Like New Orleans. It sounds mad, but I am sure I am not mad.
Because they were things I thought were jokes. When I first heard them, I went, "No, that's a fake." and I was wrong.
Because they were things I thought were jokes. When I first heard them, I went, "No, that's a fake." and I was wrong.