December 22, 1993

December 22, 1993

4:24 pm

Therapy is going really good. In fact, I’m going home on Friday. (Christmas Eve.) Trudy is gonna be my therapist even after I leave – and Dr. Tisher is still gonna supervise the "case". Trudy and Dr. Tisher have said to me that they will be bill my insurance and if (+ what) Mass Mutual doesn’t pay, I don’t have to worry myself SICK over. Really eases my mind, because I really need professional help, but it’s beyond my financial reach. (I think that we owe Beth Lee almost $100.) And I will get the "care" I need, this isn’t over BY A LONG SHOT! I just Thank God that I found (or they found me) Dr. T and Trudy and they are willing to work with me. I really appreciate what they are doing FOR and WITH me. Going home kinda fills me with a dread – because of those "objectionable feelings" – but I am also looking FORWARD to going to my PLACE and being with my SPOUSE. Trudy has taken to calling me "Amy Sue", because it’s the name I’m gonna use to IDENTIFY my new IDENTITY. (Is that a repetitive sentence or what?) But I choose to use Amy Sue from now on. (Which is really strange, because Maret used to call me "Amy Sue" whenever I MISBEHAVED (when didn’t I?) Trudy said something about maybe doing a *ritual* to *cleanse* the bed.

10:30 pm

Solved the dilemma of what to do with my hair. I’m just gonna leave it alone, and let it grow FOR NOW. Tomorrow somebody is coming from occupational therapy to "evaluate" my hand and see if my problem really is carpal-tunnel. Kevin came in earlier, and he brought me a Dew. ((Liquid Gold)) I’m bored, but I really can’t find anything to keep me busy.