I have that 23rd of December feeling. Like just hurry up Christmas. I have a crap appetite but I've eaten decently. I ordered 3 big boxes of protein shakes last night. Idk. I'm doing good though once I shot myself in the stomach with my weekly stuff. My therapist is going on vacation in a couple weeks for awhile and she seemed nervous when she began telling me. Like some of her clients gave her a hard time. I just asked if she was going to a particular tourist destination. I'm a pretty easy client these days. I just had to get organs removed.