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This week has been awesome and awful. I haven't really let myself go backwards physically -- much. But this year is also about getting my head in order, and it's been a damn rough week on that front. It's a bad time at work for me, and I'm terrified for my doctor's appointment on Thursday.
I haven't had a doctor who was MY doctor since I left my pediatrician at 16. I've let a lot of things slide that I probably shouldn't have, because they just didn't seem like Medicentre type things. (This is easier to justify when you've been scared of doctors as long as you remember!) Thursday is my evaluation appointment with a family doctor, who may or may not take me on. And it's really nerve-wracking! What if he sucks? What if he doesn't like me? What if he thinks I'm a flake for not having a doctor for 10 years? What if I'm really sick and just didn't know it?
I came home from work today, and instead of having a beer (which I really, really, really wanted -- oh Trois Pistoles!) I got on the elliptical. I "ran" an eight-minute mile, and then because the music was good and because I could, I kept going for 50 more minutes.
Then my iPod magically switched playlists without my input and started a song about vindaloo, so I decided it was time for supper. I think I feel a lot better than I would have if I'd just gone for the beer.
So I'll take that as a score one for the getting mentally healthy task!
I still really want a Trois Pistole and some vindaloo, though.
I haven't had a doctor who was MY doctor since I left my pediatrician at 16. I've let a lot of things slide that I probably shouldn't have, because they just didn't seem like Medicentre type things. (This is easier to justify when you've been scared of doctors as long as you remember!) Thursday is my evaluation appointment with a family doctor, who may or may not take me on. And it's really nerve-wracking! What if he sucks? What if he doesn't like me? What if he thinks I'm a flake for not having a doctor for 10 years? What if I'm really sick and just didn't know it?
I came home from work today, and instead of having a beer (which I really, really, really wanted -- oh Trois Pistoles!) I got on the elliptical. I "ran" an eight-minute mile, and then because the music was good and because I could, I kept going for 50 more minutes.
Then my iPod magically switched playlists without my input and started a song about vindaloo, so I decided it was time for supper. I think I feel a lot better than I would have if I'd just gone for the beer.
So I'll take that as a score one for the getting mentally healthy task!
I still really want a Trois Pistole and some vindaloo, though.