Still processing everything. But whew! I did make the calls. Got an appointment with a specialist in a few weeks (blinking blanking still on that), and even called the doctor I really needed to get in with. The one we’d been playing phone tag to see if they’d even accept me as a patient. I missed the assistant, but at least I did call. So with that movement forward in that area, hopefully the momentum will continue until I do get a hold of the assistant. And….. it’s only Tuesday. I usually call on Fridays and then oops it’s the weekend and I can’t anymore.
Anyway, that wiped me out a bit. But I am indeed moving forward with trying to get help again. There is so much else going on. So much. Some things might be coming together. I don’t know. It’s not how I so hoped, and it’s not even possibly what I need. Will just have to see. :l
I just hate things that can get me down. especially when I actually make the effort TO try. I know that sounds childish, but that’s where I am. I really hate that. :(
Anyway. time to do what I can and pick myself up. None of this is outright bad. It’s just moving forward without knowing it’s good. And there still being so much bad around or the risk for such horror still existing. That’s what gets me. Moving forward with such risk around still. It’s the very reason I have to move forward, and yet it’s just such a fine line to walk.
I need to talk with someone, but so far it’s not working out. But I see I need it more than before. So gotta find some friends free to talk and talk this out.