Wednesday, May 26
It occurred to me recently that I had never been sent a new appointment to see my psychiatrist after she cancelled the last one due to spraining her ankle. Rationale overtook sensibility and I thought I had better get in touch to arrange a new meeting. I remembered to call them on Monday and somehow managed to saddle myself with an appointment for this afternoon. I went along and was kept waiting 15 minutes whilst she finished with a previous patient. Our session wasn't too taxing, luckily. She asked about my medication, about the side effects I experience and others which I may not but are still common and should be looked out for. We talked about my lack of socialising and my reluctance and fear in social settings. We discussed the mess of my eating and body image, but she didn't really have anything positive or constructive to contribute. We made another appointment for sometime in July, which she said would be my last appointment with her, as they have a policy of rotating the therapists every six months. I walked home through the park, enjoying the trees and large, old houses. Blossom fell from branches in the gentle wind and it was picturesque and perfect, aside from the screaming cars and dog shit which decorated the pavements. Simon cancelled this evening's hugs but promised to come deliver some tomorrow, as there isn't a group on in the evening. He also said he had a present for me from Jane (his friend at work). Apparently she had been on a purchasing spree from the
Suicide Girls online shop. Disappointedly, she hasn't bought me one of their models, only a sticker with their logo on, but it's better than nothing. I wonder how much a Suicide Girl would cost?
In other news, my dad's gone on holiday to Crete for two weeks. He asked what I wanted bringing back a present. "A pretty local," I replied. He asked which sex, but I told him I wasn't fussed. He laughed. I also have a new website layout ready to go, except there's
CSS issues with it and Internet Explorer. It's very frustrating, especially as most of my CSS knowledge couldn't be classed as being any more advanced than "intermediate", so I don't know how to fix it. A lovely B3tan has been helping solve other problems, but this one is still confounding us both. All offers of help gratefully received. And offers of Suicide Girls too.
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