I took my 13-year-old to the orthodontist yesterday. First time. Big deal. No braces yet, but that comes in the next month. I was happy and not anxious then. That's probably because her dad is paying. I know that one of my triggers for anxiety is money. So far, he hasn't made a second appointment. I worry that he will just drop the ball. Her little brother will be next year. (The eldest doesn't need them.)
I'm also tired a lot. I don't know if that's diet related or depression. I could use a nap and I've only been up 3 hours.
So I have two appointments in one week. I hope we get something figured out. One is to talking about how best to use my appointments that my insurance pays for as I don't seem to have enough. And the worst time happens in the Fall- like my manic episode, and and episode hallucinating the year before- and we're nowhere near that yet! The other is just a regular appointment with pdoc, no doubt to see how my meds are and if they still need adjusting.
What I have written here used to be quite poetic, and sometimes I guess it still is, but when I write something like this it just seems very matter-of-fact. Wish they all could be musical as you read them. But they all have the tone of my mind-set at the time, and that's a very good thing!
Editing three days later to say that I didn't see my pdoc on Thursday. I mistakenly had an appointment written in my calendar, it seems. The appointment with both my pdoc and therapist is on Tuesday- three more days from now.
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