On therapy

The first session starts in 14 minutes.

I feel totally unprepared, but I hope it won’t matter.

I am also quite sweaty, which is worse than unprepared. The 18 degrees they promised us this morning when I put jeans on, have turned into at least 25, probably closer to 28, and the leisurely walk  I meant to have via the bank to the station, turned into a rush to get there before being late, and included locking my card because I couldn’t remember the pin number.

The reason I was rushing in the first place, is that I couldn’t work out how to get the printer to print my health and illness history onto a single page of A4 (or 2) as opposed to spread over 9.
Theoretically, I could have written it on paper, by hand. Or into word, where I can see the edges of the paper. Instead, I wanted to use excel. Theoretically, even that would have been a good idea, if properly executed. Which it wasn’t.

Instead, it was fussed over, in tremendous detail, until I realised I had to leave a couple of minutes ago, then rushed, without formatting or spellchecking, to get it at least printed, in whatever form possible. 

I am trying, by way of writing this out, to bring myself back out of panic mode, and into, ‘try and get a grip’ mode.

If not quite succeeding counts as preparation for therapy, then I guess I am prepared after all….
Wish me luck, or good questions, or whatever you feel is appropriate…

On thinking instead of sleeping

It’s half past midnight* and I am lying in a crisp white hotel bed.

I’m probably supposed to be asleep, although I know that lots of my peers are at the bar, drinking mostly, and talking.

The rest, including DB, went to bed a while ago and are presumably sleeping soundly. DB is snuffling more than sleeping, because he has man flu.

I’m not asleep, yet, because I have to think.

I have come to the conclusion, that, despite not actually having an answer, I have an excellent** observation:

The world is full of strange problems and stranger solutions. Among the potential solutions are a lot of weird, unexpected suggestions and weeding through the options is quite fun in a very uncertain way….

* I fell asleep before I could press ‘publish’ 😉

** yes, I was proud of it 🙂