I am beginning to think I am just not to have things go easily right now. Last week the temp therapist who hasn't been so good was on vacation and I didn't get scheduled for this week. Which turns out to be fine because I have either COVID or influenza and would not be going to a session anyway since I have no voice and am contagious. So when I see her next week it will be 3 weeks since I saw anyone and I doubt she'll help much since she hasn't up to now.

My pdoc promised to be there for me and said she'd be here the whole time I was going through this no real therapist time. Then I found out she was on vacation for 2 weeks (really 2.5 weeks). She gets back next Wednesday and I was supposed to see her Friday. Then today I got a call that she has a meeting that day and her secretary can't re-schedule me but when she's back the secretary will see if she has any openings (she has some slots she guards carefully so we'll see if one opens for me or if she just has me wait until October. In 21 years of seeing her she's cancelled about 3 times and 2 of those were because she had surgery. Too bad this time fell when it did.

My real therapist will be back in 3 weeks. I'm beginning to think that's going to be the next time someone actually supports me. I mean my mom does but not the same. And none of it helps that I'm going stir crazy. I'm exhausted from whatever I have but I can't sleep. I read COVID can cause insomnia. I'm just going to pile on the PRNs. I really need to sleep. I'm achy and that isn't helping. I'm taking Advil and tylenol alternating every 2 hours but I'm still achy and feverish. Yuck.

I'm sorry for complaining. This is just a crappy week. I miss my therapist and now I miss my pdoc. And while I'm trying to be humorous about it I do feel someone abandoned.


2 weeks and 6 days...