Well! T yesterday was like preparing for a battle! So much is on the horizon right now; this whole housing thing, starting body work, yoga, and t is going out of the country in 2 weeks. She was blazing with gusto and fire and plans.... i was totally stunned.

MD is also blazing about housing and now tomorrow I am meeting with another person at the clinic to look into section 8 housing (which may draw on my physical health constraints or one or two of my mental health dx'es). I am a bit nervous (ok, understatement) as well as excited and glad that they have not given up hope even as I had. Tomorrow's meeting is to establish my needs and see what can be done.

I was a bit alarmed when on wed morning i had confessed to my depression/yoga group that i had been suicidal the day prior and not a thing was said to me later about it. This leader has pulled me aside after every class to check in afterward - but this one. I also called in my weekly (manditory) report to MD and again mentioned the suicidal thing - not a word, not a call back....

But T (wed night) was putting a plan into place about who i would talk to if need be and how, do i feel comfortable, what other dr's would i be seeing the week she is gone (because there won't be any chance of contact with her where she's going).... And she was all the more serious after telling her about tuesday's near attempt (thank god someone is! - starts to confirm what i sometimes believe about myself when 2/3 don't even do anything).

The entire session was spent with t leading the discussion on housing, my making an appointment with the housing coordnator, and planning out how to care for myself in her absense. It was intense, and fast, and I didn't cover any of the things i actually wanted to. But still, i think beneficial.

I also found a stuffy arrdvard (i think - hard to tell... could be an anteater... or an armadillo like t thinks) hidden next to the couch under the end table. I was instantly rather fond of it =) and started silently wondering if i might be allowed this as a transitory object while t is gone.... (thinking of a certain hippo again and becoming wary).