I was on the floor in the far corner of the gym by myself. I was curled up, dying. As I lay there a small court session was held concerning human rights for women. I don’t know which rights were being argued for but what ever they were, all seemed lost. The lawyer who argued to the court sat discouraged until my sister asked for two minutes alone with the judge. When the two women emerged the judge went back to the bench and my sister left to sort and count a bucket of money. The money, presumed lost, had been recovered from some sort of town fundraiser. The judge made an announcement to the panel who immediately rendered a decision. The lawyer for the small group of women came up to me, held my head in her lap and said, “We did it. You’re going to be okay. We’re all going to be okay.” With that my head fell to the side and I died. I woke up after that.
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The meeting with the nurse practitioner went better than I expected. She changed offices which made the seating arrangement better for me. This time I was sitting closer to a wall and in a safer feeling chair. In the old office I sat across the room from the door and she sat in a chair about 4 feet in front of me and by the door. I had to get past her to get to the door which I didn’t like. In the new office she’s at a small desk that my chair sits beside giving us a physical boundary. I don’t feel so trapped and exposed in the new set up. Despite the fact that we are sitting closer than in the other room we do have a physical boundary where as we didn’t before. That is so helpful.
When it rains it pours. When it rains for a long time one tends to chill to the bone.
As I stood shivering from this latest cold down pour I all but heard my guardian angel group say, “Faith, we got this. Don’t even worry about it. We’ve got this.” Being the doubting worrier that I am, I tossed and turned, stomped my feet a bit and behaved as if I’d never been rained on before.
Tomorrow afternoon I’m going to see a lady for meds that I haven’t seen in a long time. Since its rather difficult to find a decent psychiatrist within a reasonable driving distance, I’m sort of forced to see a nurse practitioner at my therapist’s office. I’ve seen her before and it didn’t work out that well, but I’m out of meds and need to get them filled. I know I’m going to struggling to give a full answer with helpful information. I’ll want to get out of there as soon as possible.
The last time I saw her is the time I told her I couldn’t work with her because of how hard it is to sit in a room with any female at all. She didn’t accept that answer and asked if the problem was because she’s straight and white. For some reason she thought if she were a black lesbian I’d be willing to see her. Okay, whatever, moron! I could easily go off on a tangent about that but I won’t. The main issue is that she’s female. The second issue is one I have seen happen with other female doctors and how they interact with female clients.
You know what gets me? I’ve written this profanity filled rant/rave before, but it seems its time for it again. I hate it when people steal copyrighted artwork then post it on their website. It gets me, it really does. Copyright theft isn’t a victimless crime. Even if you don’t think anyone knows so no one is getting hurt, you’re wrong.
If it’s not bad enough that people take my regular artwork, they’ve decided to add insult to injury and take my copyrighted art therapy work. I’m thrown at the unscrupulous nature of people who click on a website and walk away with shit that doesn’t belong to them. Think of websites like this okay, think of them as a museum. You go in, you look around AND YOU LEAVE THE SHIT THERE!!! If you go to a gallery you can’t take stuff home unless you go to the gift shop and pay for it. That’s what art sites are, they’re online galleries, an online museum of sorts. If you walk into a museum and take something it’s called stealing. It’s the same with online art and even blog entries. You can’t just walk away with shit cause you want to.
This conversation took place in line at McDonald’s.
Friend: We need to find you a nice husband so you can settle down and have some kids.
Me: No thanks, I’ll just have the Mc Chicken.
(With full knowledge, this chick is still trying to marry me off. WTH?)
Later at the table I dropped a french fry on the floor.
Friend: You gonna pick that up?
Me: Nope. The five second rule has expired.
Friend: Not according to my calculations.
I went home one french fry short and without a husband, but a good time was had by all.
While reading this part of my entry he stopped with a question that struck me as funny.
Today Jelly Bean held her little duck toy as Dr. D read something we wrote. She chewed on his leg a little bit and bounced him around. She was in her own little world…but waiting for him to do whatever he was going to do to her. He never did.
Somehow from that Dr. D thought we meant Jelly Bean pretended to chew on his leg and to pretend to bounce him around instead of the duck toy. The thought of chewing on my doctor’s leg and bouncing a grown man around is too funny.
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