Indigo is getting bad.

[bloodsong1]

Really bad.

Bad as in "crying over a sleeping SNB because I feel so guilty about my current state".

Yesterday IDK got his staples out. His head looks pretty good. It was more painful then it should have been because he hadn't washed his hair often enough. It took two rounds of rinsing and wet washrags to get all the residue and dried blood away from the laceration. Yesterday afternoon was the counseling session. I was invited in to discuss the treatment plan. He will be evaluated on the 12th for medication options. When I was asked how the home life was going, I said "Aside from me, it's good." I admitted I've had NO success finding an available counselor that takes FHP. Both the counselor and the supervisor sitting in told me that parents of child patients are fast tracked because the situations are often related. They gave me a form to fill out. It was simple, short and a little scary, listing everything I've been going through in the last two weeks. I put it in the mail, they'll have it next week and give me a call. The supervisor seemed confident I would get my own counselor by the end of the month, as compared to the end of the year.

Then again, I've known supervisors that promise the moon with no result, so we'll see.

I'm on chapter five of Urban Fantasy. Editing will need to be done. And I'm still having way too much fun researching details. My Strong Female Protagonist is being housed in the Gion district of Kyoto, aka "Geisha". Geishas and Maikos (Geisha in training) still work the teahouses even to this day. I might have to arrange an evening's entertainment.

Comments

[chezelliott.livejournal.com]

You are too strong to give up. You have too much to live for, and I'm not including "responsibilities." There is a beautiful world out there for you to experience, once you pass through this. And you WILL pass through this. The bad parts are bad, really bad, but they are not so bad that you can't get through them. Don't ever fool yourself into thinking there is only one person you can be happy with to the end of your days. Believe me, I can attest to the fact that that is flat out wrong. People change, circumstances change. We are all stronger than we know, and you are not weak enough to just give up when there are sunrises and sunsets and sushi and hugs and great sex and fun times with friends and cat snuggles and a whole fucking universe of good stuff too sweet to leave behind. Pain is the price we pay for the sweetness.

[bloodsong1.livejournal.com]

I love you, Chezzie.

[chezelliott.livejournal.com]

Besides, you can't deprive me of being a maid of honor in a dress I actually like. Even out my score, as it were.
And some baby otters. Because baby otters make everything better.

[chezelliott.livejournal.com]

Because seriously, if my sister-in-law could have voluntarily chosen an uglier, less flattering dress, I don't know how. The bridesmaid's dress I wore at Barb's wedding was my choice, and I really like it and still wear it occasionally. The bridesmaid's dress I wore to another friend's wedding was much better than the one my sister-in-law chose, but still not so hot and not my choice.

[bloodsong1.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

I am, and have been, extremely kind to my bridesmaids. All..*counts on fingers* two of them. The idea of having a full retinue, as it were, is scary enough to give me heart palpitations now, but I expect to be over that by the time Spangly Elephant becomes Really Official.

[kenshardik]

I hope you get what you need to get through this. I am thinking about and missing you.

[bloodsong1.livejournal.com]

Thank you.