I have an appointment with my therapist tomorrow morning; it's a good thing, too, because I've been all over the place. I hate being mixed. I don't know if I'll be pissed of & anxious, or depressed & crying from hour to hour. I need to talk about it, but really need to see my pdoc (not until the 8th, though.) I'm really starting to get nervous about the shoulder surgery I'm having on the 17th. Sleep is suffering. It's not the surgery itself that bothers me, but the recovery. It's supposed to hurt like hell, & trying to do things with one hand will be frustrating. I'll be stuck at home since I won't be able to drive (my car has a stick).