Posted by Dinah on February 20, 2005, at 5:07:27
In reply to Re: I see therapist Monday morning 8 am » Dinah, posted by tryingtobewise on February 20, 2005, at 0:30:04
I tried taking my blood sugar, and found the dogs had broken my monitor. I have no idea how that happened since it was in a closed case. But they had yanked it off my nightstand and were playing with it and now a part is missing.
So I sucked on some hard candies, and felt a bit better. Then my old standby of sleep.
I should have foreseen this as my mood has steadily declined all week. And by today, all foods tasted way too strong so that I prepared and threw away several items, and I was close to crying at stupid commercials. Still, it surprised me last night, and all I wanted to do was call my therapist. Stupid since my husband kept stopping me to ask me if I was ok, and all it did was annoy me. Maybe it's because my therapist doesn't touch me.
I'll go to my standard intense phase of depression diet tomorrow, chocolate, rice and tapioca pudding, chocolate milk maybe. Which should also help if the diet is to blame, which I think it may be.
And hang on tight and distract myself so that I won't call my therapist.
But why is it that I want my therapist when I feel like this? Even though I know my husband is right by?
Oh right. My senses are too sharp, and being touched hurts. And husbands mind when you tell them not to touch you, while you never even have to mention it to therapists. That must be it.
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