For some reason, my eyes are the verge of crying and have been all day. I don’t feel an emotional need to cry. Nor is there likely to be any sort of allergen causing the effect, considering it started in the car and has persisted through my time here at my in-law’s house (plus plants are sort of buried under snow!). While I am not upset or annoyed by this weird inconsistency, I am slightly bemused. I guess it’s just par for the course that something ‘has’ to be out of whack… or something.
Past that, I’m wondering when my next psych appointment will be. I’m guessing that it will be three months from the last one, which would put it… next month, I think? I’m sure the card will come in the mail now that I’m wondering about it, ha ha. I’m not really sure what I’m going to say. Yes, I need to mention that I’m having more OCD thingies popping up and see what suggestions might offer. I will definitely mention that December was a down month, and that it normally isn’t. I’m not sure what else to add to that, though. I know there’s more that could be said and improved, but I guess there’s a part of me that believes that it can’t get much better than this when it probably can. I don’t know. I really should sit down with the husband fellow and put together some notes.
Back to le work grind.