Last therapy session of the year, and...
Don't have a letter (apparently finals week is really, really busy for the campus counseling center; who'da thunk it?), but I've got a "release of confidential information" form that's a huge step in the right direction. I'm gonna see what I can do about getting a doctor's appointment or otherwise asking my GP if she'll prescribe me, and at least getting the blood tests done over the break. (God knows I'll probably be getting blood tests done anyway. Stupid anemia.) And Bryan gave me a second copy of the form, too, in case my GP wouldn't do it but I found a different doctor/endo who would.
Just... wow. I'm not even sure how to describe how this feels right now. It feels nice, though. Light, almost. Not what I would normally call happy -- you know, that manic fanboy type of glee -- but maybe this is what "happy" really is. Could be.
Just... wow. I'm not even sure how to describe how this feels right now. It feels nice, though. Light, almost. Not what I would normally call happy -- you know, that manic fanboy type of glee -- but maybe this is what "happy" really is. Could be.