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I'm still churning about my new medication doctor (she's not a psychiatrist, but is a D.O.). I do believe she's temporary, but I gather that "temporary" will be for the remainder of this year.
I had a session with my therapist today and I just didn't feel like talking. I told her I didn't, and asked her if she'd tell me something about her life. She surprised me and did tell me what led up to her decision, at age 50, to become a therapist. It was a fun session, nice break in routine.
I'm still learning how to give my newly-diagnosed diabetic kitty her insulin shots. She's such a sweetheart, never scratches or bites. I try so hard not to hurt her when I inject, but I know she feels the needle.
We've been having gorgeous summer weather (although some days of smoke and ashes), but tomorrow will be 100 degrees. *sigh*
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