So, the morning didn’t go too well but that’s a given these days so blah, blah. I went outside to mow the lawn. Christ, is was hot. I checked my mail first – the box was crammed full – I have no idea when I checked it last. So, I finally get to the backyard with my mowing and I am so dehydrated because, well, I think I’ve been forgetting to eat / drink and I think, ‘God, I could die. Yeah, oh, freaking please let me keel over from heatstroke’. No such luck but I did decide to get a Medical Alert Bracelet that says ‘Do not resuscitate’ just in case.
So, anyway, then I showered and went to see her – a previous therapist – because she is going to try and help me with something. It’s the something that has been slowly killing me over the last five years (don’t ask).
I didn’t tell her what is at stake. I didn’t tell her it was to be my last hoorah. We just compared notes and made sure we understood what needs to happen next week – how she can help. I smiled as I watched her making notes. She made a call on my behalf – she’s always tried to advocate for me. It felt good to know she still cares enough to do that even though I am no longer a client (she doesn’t treat my problem).
I didn’t stay long but I smiled more in the 30 minutes I was with her than in the last 30 days, I think. She asked about my dogs. She showed me a photo of her holding her pet tortoise – he is almost as big as she is.
And then, as I am about to leave, she hugs me. I smile and hold on and then… my heart danced a little.
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“I didn’t tell her it was to be my last hoorah.”
I’m curious are you military or ex-military?
If so I’m 031 Infantryman.. you’re never alone brother, the bonds run deep:
https://www.facebook.com/MilitaryMindsYT?fref=ts
Nope. It just fits, I think. But I had a dear friend who was Special Forces. Thanks for your service. “PRO PATRIA”
What’s next week? I wish you were my neighbor. I’d make your mailbox even fuller with a card.
Hi, glass_music_cup. Well, next week is sort of the pivotal point in my plan. Do or die, I guess, would be the simple way of putting it. I’ll reveal my story whenever it ends – one way or the other. For now, I just don’t want to come accross as a whiner. I mean, I don’t come here looking for anyone to do anything – to say how sorry they are or pitty me. I just want to share my thoughts – sometimes from the darkest parts of me, sometimes from the lighter parts. But, all from the totality of who I am.
Thanks for thinking enough of me to offer a card. I’m sure it would make my heart dance a little more. 😉