I... I don't know
A page in the diary "Wednesday's Child"
Written by vivica 2. Aug 2008 12:15 AM
I can't think. My brain is all jammed up. I really just. I don't know. I can't even answer a simple question.
Saw the Dr today, my boyfriend came along as well. He's put me on to a different psychologist who I will call on Monday. He was a little concerned that I wouldn't be comfortable with a male psychologist. It makes no difference to me though.
Another increase in the ol' medi-ma-cation, some talk of thinking about seeing a psychiatrist (I made my feelings on this point rather clear) and a bunch of blood tests to rule out any medical causes (the old iron, B12, thyroid etc etc etc). I also had a bit of a vent. Which made me feel a little silly after.
Speaking of silly, my jammed up brain has occasionally left me to my own devices, packing itself a little suitcase and leaving the country. On Wednesday I showed up at uni (after a 90min train trip) only to realise that I had no classes on. Today I showed up to work at the wrong store, to find my manager already there, so I waited for a bus and opened the correct store close to an hour late. (Why do they still let me work there??).
Goodbye, my brain. Please come home soon.