This is my idea of comfort food. Fish fingers (US: fish sticks), American cheese, and mashed potatoes, on soft, buttered sandwich bread. I feel better already. 🙂
To update from my last post: I walked down to the local GP office and made a doctor appointment. The receptionist didn’t bite, didn’t ask why I needed a doctor, and didn’t flinch when I asked for the same doctor I saw last time I was there. Anxieties have temporarily subsided and I’m filled with comfort food.
I’m forcing myself to be productive on a couple of things. On my own this evening, and so I’m rocking out to a bunch of shit that sounds great surrounding me instead of in the confines of headphones. If you’re curious, remember I’m on last.fm. (Check my sidebar for the most recent handful of tracks if you don’t want to visit my last.fm page.)
If it sounds like I’m doing better, I am. The first scary step has been taken and I’ve gone from a sobbing low earlier today to a much brighter and nearly happy state. I’d call it stability. Stable is good.
Hot damn! that was a good sammich! Almost medicinal.