Nov 30, 2005 22:25
Yes, I'm still sick as a dog. The coughs have become less frequent, but significantly more explosive. So I'm probably going to live.
In addition, I think this is the first Yule season in ::counts:: 12 years that I've felt even slightly positive about. Maybe the counseling is doing something after all. For those who don't know, I've always been a Scrooge, but since my father left I've been much worse. I normally am mean, sarcastic, cynical, savage and in general a foul-tempered depressed SOB from the end of October to mid-February. It used to drive the Girl crazy and put a heavy strain on the relationship. It's more than a little strange and significantly frightening that a year of talking and mind-control therapy have changed me so much.
I'm not sure I like that.
still weirded out by it.
/end trans.