So I have my appt with Dr. M today. I have no idea how that is going to go. J prolly won't be able to make it with me. Which scares the fucking hell outta me. He's always there. I don't know how to do it without him. It's too scary, too intense. Gah, in just over an hour I'm going to be sitting in that chair talking. Yah, that couch thing, never had it happen. I'd prolly take a nap if they let me lie down.
This is all annoying. I'm going to have to get ready soonish to go. I still don't know if hubby can take me or not. And if he's not, umm I don't know who is. Fucken hell, pyschitrist days I don't like to be chaotic. I like them as low key and easy as possible, heh cuz I never quite know what is waiting for me behind closed doors. Bah my phone alarm just went off reminding me of my "lovely" appointment with the good Dr. M in an hour.
Crap hell damn, this week is FULL of things I don't wanna do. Like that funeral, I'm sure that's going to be awesome.
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