I am so nervous about the appt-- it's tomorrow. My neuro meds made me feel weird all day-- had I not known they could unwound have thought I was having a cardiac event!! I know my white coat will be wild tomorrow and the minute they take the bloodcwork i will probably cry...imam so scared-- rational or not-- I am starting to move forward-- I don't want to think of all the things in the past and feel like i am trapped BACK-- I just really do not want to discuss the drinking again-- anything but that at this point-- it will only be an issue if for some reason the liver test is bad and we have to chunk the topamax. Current drinking is not an issue to discuss. Oh well-- I am getting worked up...
Mark is going to the Midwest for work the rest of the week. I am stupidly heartened by the fact that the bum that knocked my favorite player out was indefinitely suspended -- clearly I am misdirecting aggressions! My mom tried to find out what size I wear today under some pretense today-- people-- I am 44 and buy my clothes at WalMart -- and this is what she is trying to get at? This is the type of stuff that is so important to her-- if I called and said a 6 she could die happy if I said a 14 she would be mortified. What a crock.
Time to rest. Fingers crossed on the appt-- I pray for a break-- I just want it to go a little smoothly if it can
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