9-1-1, what’s your emergency?
Today is my mom’s 69th birthday … which I guess is fabulous in some ways, and downright sucks in other ways; my mom’s birthday will forever have connotations of terrorism.
I guess I should be grateful, my life is actually pretty good right now, but I’m finding myself falling back into a pretty deep funk. I guess I’m probably not ready to start weening myself off the happy pills, and I wonder if I need to talk to my crazy doctor about increasing the dose again … if I can get an appointment to see her anytime soon.
I missed my last appointment because the signing of my title/mortgage documents took much longer than expected.
Note … my mortgage has now been corrected back to my new condo, and not to the Sandy parking lot. I’m not sure if I should happy about that …