I was a bitch to my therapist today. I have already apologized. I walked in looking for a fight. I started out the day freaking out.
I’m going to have to deal with this “handwriting makes me feel like an abused child” trigger at some point. I can’t keep freaking out at my kids over it. I will fuck them up.
My therapist voluntarily offered to lower her rate of pay so I can have more babysitting. I really feel bad for being such a bitch today.
We kept having minor misunderstandings about definitions and word choices and I… couldn’t rationally parse them out. I just got defensive and snippy.
I feel hella guilty. And yet if my shrink never sees my bitch-tastic side then… why would she believe me that it exists?
Then I went to a fabulous acupuncture + cupping appointment. First day results are I feel a lot less pain in my neck. I can’t tell much about some of the other stuff. I also went to the gym tonight and did weight training. Like forking everyone has been telling me to do.
I did my forking weight training–ok?!
Looks like I may not make it to Portland this year due to scheduling constraints. That feels like a bummer. But I know extremely busy people. Can’t bitch about people being busy. That’s life.
I guess I’ll just have to run locally. So I don’t forget how. Luckily I’ve picked up an occasional running buddy who lives six miles from my house. And the peasants rejoice: Huzzah.
I got a nasty comment this morning on an older post. I’m not going to look it up again. Something about how my true happiness will be attained through being raped in the butt for days. No, it’s not the first of its kind. I’ve had others. Not a lot. I assume I will get more as the years go by.
Isn’t that how it goes?
Talk about rape: have people tell you that you should be raped. At least I have some snappy come backs: “Already been done! Ha! You are late to the game you slacker!” Err, or maybe not so snappy come backs.
Sigh.
I’m up to 38 books so far this year. I love reading. I think I’m going to try and push myself to hit 52 by June 1st. Only 14 books to go. That is fewer than I read in January. But May is a busier month than January. We’ll see. This year I get to reread. I’m visiting old friends. It is delightful to share their company again.
I think I’ll spend more of that babysitting time reading without disruption. It’s practically a vacation.
My attitude sucks donkey dick and I need to turn it around. I can’t be a cunt all day tomorrow. My free pass expired a while ago. I can’t do this. Be fucking nice, Krissy.
I don’t wanna be nice. I want to hurt people or scream or cry. Something like that. All of those things. Excuse me sir, but may I crack your ribs? I miss hearing that last horrified gasp of pain.
I feel so nasty. My shrink asked if I was up near an anniversary… not really.
I’m just… a bitch. Fuck.
On the plus side, if you’re “just” being a bitch, then “all” it should take to stop is stopping. 🙂
I did not know you were doing weight training. That’s awesome. What are you working on?
And yeah, I think you should take your therapist up on the $ vs. babysitting. You are working near the edge of your capacity, because sometimes it’s just like that. For years. But if she can help you build in some more rest time, that’s wise.
You are playing a long game here, and the winner in the long game is the person who conserves enough energy to get all the way through. You got this.
Is the handwriting for your editing? If it is Fritz uses his i-pad with a document annotation app for most of his editing. He uses a combination of the built in voice dictation and keyboard (both onscreen and Bluetooth ) If you think it would be helpful I can find out what app he uses so you can try it out. I hope the week gets easier as it goes along.
I would be thrilled with hearing about the app, but the writing in question wasn’t that. It was other long hand stuff.