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must...not... strangle....people

Pamela IS my mother. It's really fucking scary comparing the way they both react.

*head runs away screaming*

I had a psych interview today. A preliminary thing to meet the man who may end up being my therapist for the next year and a bit. It's the NHS thing. And as suh there's been a ridiculously long waiting list (over a year) and the slot they can offer me is Tuesday morning from the end of April.

Fiar enough,the guy seems nice enough and I could work with him I think, except that if I start working full time it may be a problem since 11 is pretty much the only time he can offer me. I did mention this, and it adds up to that slot is pretty much it.

right now mostly I'm just tempted to chuck the whle thing in. *glares and rails against the NHS*

I am having a Bad Ovary Day. well two days to be precise.
I huuuuuuuuuuurt.
It hurts to walk, and to sit, and to in fact make any movement at all. A lot of pressure in the abdomen, I'm a bit concerned that it's an infectin of some kind. Obviosly not concerned enough to actually go to the GP, as such.

heh.

I have a pretty skirt though. :) Dark denim and girly and affirming to the world that I do in fact, have legs. Not the nicest legs, but they'll do.

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