yeah, so my countdown widget is going...thus i should be packing for va...i'm making life more complicated by spending 5? days in long island...
at this point i still need to:
- pack everything
- get my brakes checked out/fixed (i think the abs is acting up)
- negotiate with my mom about my accounts
- get approved to do research at the william floyd estate and complete research (so much for planning...)
- see the gastroentrologist and probably have at least one or two tests done (oh yay!)
that's rapidly turning into tests being done in fburg (really, two days isn't enough time to schedule any serious medical tests), although jeremy being adorable promised to keep me company:
sweetest response ever: jeremy (12:06:30 PM): OMG YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD TO ASK AND YES
not that i doubt sarah would come with me, more like i want someone there who i can trust to pay attention to me, hold my hand, etc.
in terms of my last post, i couldn't do it. did not deal well with my inability to speak up last night. i was really crushed and mad at myself. still not really eating (and i know that's mostly psychological). it's most frustrating cause i just can't figure out how to start. i'm so scared of what will be said next. i'm starting to wonder if i just need to say it and know the other person won't say/do/expect anything. but maybe no reaction would be worse? i talked with wag some about why he's so damned determined about me speaking up. and he wants something for me i don't want right now, but he's right just speaking up will be so healing. it's really the secrets that kill me.
on the other hand, i did let them draw 3 vials of blood (and then drove home quite lightheaded...apparently the lightheaded hits me 5 minutes after i stand up, good to know!). i think i'm finally getting over my terror of needles. knowing it's connected to all the shit with alex helps. makes it a lot easier to remain calm. also having good, fast phlebotomists helps a lot.