I had my second appointment with my new Czech psychiatrist. He is a very nice doctor, but I confess I was mortified by a screw up of mine. It's not a HUGE deal, but I can't help but react as if it is. I got so upset that I exhibited anxious fast-paced behavior. He asked me if I felt I was elevated in mood. I really am not, and I told him I wasn't, but was just anxious. He asked if I have social anxiety. I told him no, but just was nervous (giving no reason). Truth is I had a freakout more from performance anxiety than any social anxiety. It will pass.

Hubby and I planted some things outside. We have lots more left to do.

Hubby bought a whole bunch of dried flowers for a permanent type arrangement for our bedroom. I asked if it was for my upcoming birthday (in mid May) and he said no. Gotta admit that this type of thing bugs me, sometimes. It's one thing giving me surprise flowers "just because", but he did tell me he ordered them. I don't know why he didn't ask me to help pick them out. There are many things like that that he buys on his own. If it's some electronic gizmo, I don't give a damn. But flowers? Isn't that sort of supposed to be a woman's kind of thing to pick out sometimes? I suppose if he was the flower arranger in the family, that would be different. Hey, men can like flowers, right? But I'm the one always tasked with flower arranging. It is an old small hobby of mine, but I do still like some input into the flowers themselves.

By the way, my husband was slightly involved in my screw up. Ultimately it was mine, though.