Monday, February 17, 2025

You know what, Hamlet? I don't know, bud.

 - rearranging the upstairs because that's less overwhelming than making a barrage of phone calls

- a case study in which the person in the occ. profile describes being "too overwhelmed to respond to emails" which I relate to highly; which I now, come to think of it, did not address in my intervention plan. Goddammit, Clara!

- Today's being somewhat chaotic but not bad; I was able to use my therapists' advice and use the phrase, "I like the idea of x for y reason" versus getting into the weeds of WhY I feel or think it.... Because the PTSD isn’t the only thing that's complex 'round here. It's...my brain. The inside of my brain.

- I completed my homework early today (POG face), and just in time for all the best-laid plans of playdates and childcare to rearrange themselves; one of my coworkers has COVID and I was asked to switch my work schedule to closing (can't; therapy) and offered a compromise so now I'm working until 6:00 and everything got pushed back. The first playdate my child might have been able to go on today, the day of Earth presidents, hasn't substantiated yet and the other one got cut off at the knees because the kid sprained their ankle last night. 

- So cue feeling vaguely dissatisfied but quite productive.

- But I am enjoying living...semi-alone? Last night I felt stressed but...happy? Like, okay? Even 'tho hormonal and my mom's concerns about her own memory is a little sus. But I did ask her if I could do an occupational therapy profile on her, so...the more you know? *rainbow*

- But okay. Let's do this day anyway.


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