Well, it turns out that you can’t tell your therapist that you’re too tired to fake being a person all the time without her becoming very concerned.
I didn’t even get around to telling her about the massive panic attack I had on Tuesday.
So, she’s going to talk to my doctor. I’m going to see my doctor in a week.
I guess shit will happen.
Feels like a particularly bad time to lose my mind, but maybe it’s just a particularly bad time to have waited so long to get help.
Anyway, the podcast recording went great. I’m going to have a story in the Nashville Retrospective and in the Nashville Scene in April about the Looby bombing. I’m pondering pitching something to some bigger outlets.
This is the blanket I’m working on right now. The yarn is pretty inconsistent, but I like how it’s looking worked up.
It has these cool wiggles.