TODAY IS GOING TO BE THE START OF A GOOD WEEK. I demand it. I need it.
This morning I started back with my doctor at Tweed with the neuroplasticity. It was hard, I couldn’t get my psysiology to change until right at the end when he had to stop and walk me through how to breathe and that sucked but it got a result and even though it’s not up to usual standards it was a result. So we were okay. I got into the car crying, but took some meds and got on top of things.
Tomorrow we see my case manager. I’m not looking forward to it. I have to say yes, I’m eating and drinking (even though it’s killing me) and yes, I’ve been safe. And I have to have bloods done and get some scripts I need. Because I haven’t really been sleeping, and I’ve been skimping on my PRN because we’re running out. So that will be good at least.
Tonight’s to-do list: ring the sit down for tickets to thursday. Taking my mum. Really looking forward to it.
I woke up yesterday really physically sick so had to bail on the powerhouse and Darling James. But there is next time, so I’m not giving myself too hard a time over it.
Well my coffee is getting cold, so.