Rehab.
Rehab who?
Rehab you.
I'm sorry, I think I have to do it.
My big girl pants fell off. Laying by the side of the road with someone's stray shoe. Isn't that wierd how there is just a single shoe in the road? That can be my story of the day when I get home. "I saw a shoe in the road today". How does that happen? Not a pair. Just one. All by itself. Back to topic. I just can't seem to keep them on (big girl pants - I seem to manage the shoes). I had an appt. today and the person made sure noboby was after me because of my last 2 times (I was loud in a quite place) and they didn't know what to expect. This person was very graceful about it and only told me that when I began to emote a bit and I looked at the time and said um.. don't you have someone next? Well, I took the time and poured my heart out. And I mean poured it out. Said things face to face that I have only said here. This person has been concerned for me for 2 months (my escalation period, well, that't low balling) but never said until today. Well, said todayI was better so I guess that's good. But I think I may have to bail and go somewhere. Maybe hubby can take some time off and just babysit me. I REALLY want to do this on my own. I can't seem to get off my arse and onto my feet. I love the word arse.
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