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Sep. 30th, 2021 10:34 pmMy therapist will be out of a job by the middle of December. The new owner of the practice suffered a stroke last week and will be in recovery for months, if not longer, to regain the use of her left side. So she's shutting down the practice. She's nearly 80 - she deserves to retire. I didn't know it but my therapist is 73 herself. She says that she will likely retire too, that she's taking her boss's stroke as a sign to enjoy retirement before her own health gets iffy. I can agree with that.
I don't think I am going to try to find a new therapist. I'd been feeling like we'd just been spinning wheels during our sessions, chatting more than working on changes I could effect in my life, but I do feel more positive and hopeful nowadays so I think the timing on this is good for me too. Especially since this coincides with me switching over from one insurance plan to another. Damned age! Medicare indeed! My only concern is that I currently have prescriptions for sleep aids and for Zoloft, which will have to be renewed every three months. I'll have to see if my GP can do that. Assuming I want to continue that, that is.
Last weekend was lovely. We had mild temperatures and partially cloudy skies with a slight breeze. I joined Arni in visiting friends who hosted an archery practise at their house. I didn't shoot, just sat and worked on hemming linen towels. In the sun. It felt great until later in the day when I realised how burnt I got. Three quarters of my face is cherry red. My arms are now red-brown, which I appreciate, but my face still looks disastrous. It is peeling. Thank goodness, so the ugly scabbing on my nose is mostly gone but I look like I've been creating zombie makeup. I give it about three more days before I won't be scaring people in public.
I'm home alone this weekend. My husband and one of his protégées are travelling together to an event and they are taking the car, leaving me with our behemoth of a truck. Don't get me wrong, I love that truck for our camping events, but it's muckin' huge in the city and few parking areas are designed for the size of anything other than small sedans or SUVs. So I will likely not go anywhere all weekend. I have a mental list of things to do while the house is empty.
In the SCA we're still waiting to hear if Atlantia is going to require proof of Covid vaccinations at in-person events. With our King and Queen unvaccinated it will surprise me if they agree to it. (She cannot be vaccinated but he has no medical reason to skip it. I can't imagine choosing to put my beloved at risk when they are already immunocompromised.) I still have hope, though, that some way it will become our rule here.
I don't think I am going to try to find a new therapist. I'd been feeling like we'd just been spinning wheels during our sessions, chatting more than working on changes I could effect in my life, but I do feel more positive and hopeful nowadays so I think the timing on this is good for me too. Especially since this coincides with me switching over from one insurance plan to another. Damned age! Medicare indeed! My only concern is that I currently have prescriptions for sleep aids and for Zoloft, which will have to be renewed every three months. I'll have to see if my GP can do that. Assuming I want to continue that, that is.
Last weekend was lovely. We had mild temperatures and partially cloudy skies with a slight breeze. I joined Arni in visiting friends who hosted an archery practise at their house. I didn't shoot, just sat and worked on hemming linen towels. In the sun. It felt great until later in the day when I realised how burnt I got. Three quarters of my face is cherry red. My arms are now red-brown, which I appreciate, but my face still looks disastrous. It is peeling. Thank goodness, so the ugly scabbing on my nose is mostly gone but I look like I've been creating zombie makeup. I give it about three more days before I won't be scaring people in public.
I'm home alone this weekend. My husband and one of his protégées are travelling together to an event and they are taking the car, leaving me with our behemoth of a truck. Don't get me wrong, I love that truck for our camping events, but it's muckin' huge in the city and few parking areas are designed for the size of anything other than small sedans or SUVs. So I will likely not go anywhere all weekend. I have a mental list of things to do while the house is empty.
In the SCA we're still waiting to hear if Atlantia is going to require proof of Covid vaccinations at in-person events. With our King and Queen unvaccinated it will surprise me if they agree to it. (She cannot be vaccinated but he has no medical reason to skip it. I can't imagine choosing to put my beloved at risk when they are already immunocompromised.) I still have hope, though, that some way it will become our rule here.
