I'm writing this at twenty past four in my local library (always remember to support your local library folks) and I just finished my latest therapy session. Well, I stopped by the market on the way to the library but the point remains that it's not too long after the session.
My day didn't start too brilliantly really. I woke up and then did that thing where I kept falling asleep again until it was eleven and I thought to myself I'd really wasted my day. Which sucked really. I was walking in to town for my therapy session when I got a call from my therapist actually. She asked me to come in early as soon as I could, so the session was half an hour early. Although I thought it was starting half an hour before it was so it's not like there's any major time difference.
It's kind of annoying to type on this keyboard if I'm honest but let's just get on with this. There were a few points to the session that are worth bringing up. We started with the sleep thing actually. She told me to set my alarm earlier and to try and come up with some kind of bedtime routine. I know other people have one but I don't really. I don't even know really what to put in to one. The problem I really have I think though is a general lack of purpose. I don't seem to feel the need to even wake up much really. There are times I'm able to get up after barely any sleep and live through my day just fine, and days when I just want to keep on sleeping. So I'm setting my alarm for earlier and going to try and keep staying up.
Next came the dentist thing. To put this simply, I've not been to a dentist in years. I mean, literally years. She told me to find an NHS dentist last week and I found one, but I never got around to contacting them, so that is this weeks goal. Well, one of them. Some people are afraid of dentists for different reasons and for me the problem is I'm afraid that they might have to remove some of my teeth. My teeth are one of the only parts of me that I actually like, so to lose any of them would be such a major blow to me that I don't like to think about it. Gonna do it though.
This is getting kind of long, and there was something major that came up that I feel can probably have it's own post. But I can say that another goal I have is to write twice before my next appointment, next Wednesday.
If I want to keep control of my own life, and use writing as a source of income, then it's about time I was really serious about it, and did it more often so I actually can live how I want to.
My fingers and my wrists hurt.
Addendum: I logged back on to the libary computers to add this. She saw my plushie and said it was cute. yay.