Happy Easter

Last night, I managed to wake up enough to go to the grocery store. While I was there, these chrysanthemums insisted that I take them home:

(Click the pic for the full version.)

The one on the left, especially, looked so spring-like that I rationalized it as a spring or Easter purchase.

I also bought Mr. Spoiled Rotten Random a cat condo that I've been meaning to buy him. Hmm, maybe buying groceries online would be cheaper.

Alarms

On Friday, I had a therapist/case worker and med doctor appointment in Santa Clara.

I liked the new therapist. She was very gracious about the fact that I ran late for the 8AM appointment. I felt comfortable with her almost immediately. We went through my patient history in extreme detail. She even tested that I was oriented to person, place, and thing ("Who are you? Who am I? Where are you? Who's the President? Who was the President before that? And who was the President before that?"). I'm happy to announce that I am indeed oriented-;) She also asked me what my concerns were about my treatment, and I said that I wasn't sure that my psychiatrist understood that I need to be able to work and drive, and that I lived alone. Any medication that he prescribes needs to take that into consideration. She wrote that down.

Then she asked me how she could fit into my treatment plan, given that I'd see her only every 3 to 4 weeks. That's where I kind of floundered. I asked for a therapist because my psychiatrist said that a therapist should handle any accommodation or disability issues, not him. I finally said that I was going to turn 40 this year, and I should be at the top of my game, but instead I'm struggling to do things that used to be easy for me. Somehow she got a treatment plan out of that: "I see you needing a lot of support." Probably a good way to put it.
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