I finally received the card for my next appointment with the psychiatrists… yay, I guess? I need to dredge my entries and make some proper notes on the last couple months of my life with bipolar, and the other assorted related annoyances. I am, however, amused that the card arrived about when I thought it would — about the time my brain started panicking that I’d not seen it.
I’m slightly annoyed at myself because even going back to take notes, I will probably try to convince myself that it’s not as bad as I thought it was. It’s one of those nasty little tricks of a bipolar brain, one of those little sabotages it uses to undermine one’s attempts to fight back and whatnot. It’s still way too easy for me, in that most of my life has been spent wherein nobody gave a rat’s ass about how I was feeling, and while I’m making good progress against that, it’s still an ongoing battle to assert myself and be honest that things aren’t fantastic.
*leaves self a note to do such* <— Speaking of mind tricks, ha ha.
For the nonce though, I’m going to tend to my pissed off sinuses… stupid… cold… thingies. *grumps* I hope everyone else is having a happy, somewhat healthier day!