I'm being sniffed. By the cat, not Will.

Yesterday's appointment was nightmareish. Allright, not that bad, but still a bit nuts. Thought it would be a routine check-up, "how are meds doing, btw your lab work is good, blah blah"... the usual. In and out within the half hour.

LOL NO

Got x-rays on my hips, doctor made a request for an appointment in Dallas with a neurologist, almost got sent to the ER because they swore they could see something deep in my ear (what, I have no idea, as I don't stick anything in there as a rule) and couldn't flush it out with water (this was hellish, I HATE water in my ears, as it's incredibly fucking painful)... got prescribed eardrops instead, along with an anti-inflammatory thing, so those should show in the mail. She also asked if I want to be tested for HIV... I'm fairly low risk but said hey why not so I think I'm having the blood drawn today right before therapy.

All of this done while I was shakingly hungover :P Luckily sans headache as before Will left for work he gave me advil and water <3 Still, after all the times I've won hangover roulette I guess it was time to finally lose. And lose EPICALLY.

But yes, today is therapy and HIV testing if there's time. My arm's still bruised from last week's blood being drawn so I'm not too gung-ho on it being tomorrow. But I can reschedule if necessary.

I could use an intense upper back massage. Things are tense back there, gee I wonder why. :P

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Went to the VA, they rushed me in to get the blood drawn before therapy. SIX TUBES, so if I drink tonight it will be minimal.

Therapy was all right. Talked about what's been going on the last few weeks, with friends and my relationship and my parents. She knew about the situation with my family, it was still fresh on my mind when I talked to her last. It was the first time I've ever cried in therapy. She noticed now that my emotions are far more controlled and subdued and she worried that I'd built up a callous already about this. In a way, I might have? I told her it's more that these last few weeks have been SO raw and emotional that at this point I'm too tired to feel anything too strongly. I'm just... worn out.

Hungry. Gonna eat something soon. Tonight there is geeking, possibly followed by a little time at Pan (at the very least to meet back up with Will and give much wanted kisses - at least on my part ;))

Watching the last two Daily Show episodes on the DVR. Wheeee.

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Took a nap. Had dream after dream about people attacking my family. Either siblings or my own children and in each I fought to my last breath to kill whoever dared touch them.

Woke up feeling uncomfortable and disturbed by a lot of it, but... glad that, in the dream, I fought.

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DAMN SON, WE GET IT