My first Psych appointment is one hour and 39 minutes from now. Let’s bring on the irrational fear, shall we? I am super nervous but I cannot say what I am nervous about. What the hell are we going to talk about? Is there something wrong with my brain that will stop me from having the surgery? Is there something wrong with my brain that if I do go through with the surgery will stop me from being able to handle the post-surgery routine?
Am I just crazy?
One hour and 36 minutes until we find out.
Yesterday we got good news on one important topic and not bad but not great news on another. We should be okay for today, right? No disasters looming in the immediate future?
Then why do I feel like there is a bomb ready to go off? I have a really bad feeling about today. And tomorrow. And Thursday and Friday too. This weekend is a Harry weekend. The last one before he leaves for college. I need to get there in one piece. We’re going to watch The Suicide Squad together. He’s already seen it twice. I don’t want to watch it without him.
I really need this weekend to be here. I really need what ever it is I am irrationally afraid is going to happen before then to be nice to me and not happen.
Ugh.
Inside the Red Head's Head 