Thursday, December 29, 2005
I saw the counselor. I am not going crazy. Apparently my mind and body are still processing the event. Erm. Okay. I guess that makes sense. I just wish it were a bit more consistant. I could deal with a constant level of stress or anxiety but the out of nowhere swings are what kill me. We were in the car today and for no reason at all I had that feeling you get when someone jumps out and yells and scares the fuck out of you. I’m just sitting there, Richard’s driving down the freeway, and this is what my body/mind does. Then I feel normal again. For hours I’ll feel fine. Then maybe that creeping in feeling of dread that sits in your stomach like lead. And I’ll deal with it, act right and all. Then it passes and I’m totally normal. Sigh.
I’m gonna need more time off. I’ll tell them tomorrow. My dad thinks I should take at least a week. Actually, he wants me to go to Florida and stay with them for a week! I don’t want to do that. It’s not that bad. But I think they might pay for the flight… No I can’t. My packet I was given on stressful events specifically says to not avoid going to work. I need continuity or something. I will go back on Monday.
In the meantime today we tried Shopping Therapy™. Yay! So we now have another of those Pottery Barn reindeer candle holders in black, this one half off, and not many left. Actually black must not have done well. Last year there were NONE left! We also grabbed some extra glass berry garland and some burgundy candles. I was hoping to find some vintage looking glass ornaments for the tree (I hate the shiny Target glass balls) but no luck. If we found anything we liked we’d need at least twenty to do it right, and there were only one or two of anything good left.
Take whatever time you need, Daniel, and work through it however you need to. If you need a 3-round, all-night sweaty, hot, lotsa-butter, non-stop session of watching the Mummy Returns (what did you think I was going to suggest???), then do it!
Just take care of you, darlin’, and know we’re here if you want to vent. (Or talk about how frickin’ hawt Brendan-boy is!)
Posted by scorpy on 12/29 at 09:19 AM
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