Time Change
My psychiatrist moved my appointment this week from Friday at five to today at four. I thought three but it is four. Not having therapy on the Friday before Christmas will likely be better off for me than I even realize because I will avoid the traffic and the possible freaking out and embarrassing myself that comes when I get stressed out.
Look at me here taking responsibly for my actions and not blaming it on other morons. I’M CURED!
The Dr. says whenever he has to cancel a week or if he moves my appointment that I either don’t show up the week before or the week after or I cancel the day he moved it to. No point in lying in therapy for serious so I had to stop doing that but it was a control thing. I almost never don’t go now so I’m going but the weather is STUPID bad, I don’t know why I even care or complain I have lived here how many years it rains GET OVER IT CORINNA. BUT he moved his office and it takes three buses to get there now and I seriously hate the bus so much I want to kill the bus.
The only real issue I have with my appointment being changed is that I haven’t been allotted the full amount of time to do whatever homework I may or may not have been given nor have I been given enough time to adequately fuck up a weeks worth of things yet to need my full fifty minutes. Thankfully yesterday was a particularly bad day.
