Just checking in, really.
Trying to get back into the habit of blogging.

Couple of news and notes.

— Three more sessions at the Charis Center.
I’m entering my eighth week which is the final week unless they recommend an additional three. If they do, I’m not 100% sure I’ll continue. There would probably be a reason why additional time is recommended (or required… depending on the view). But if the normal eight-week stint didn’t help or was effective, how would three more weeks of rehashing the same information be useful?

I’m also very much over being stacked by various Medi-cab drivers. They’ve appeared at the house on days they’re not scheduled, called during sessions, and texted. The drivers, their supervisors, and the parent organization (LCP) have called unbidden. Some drivers have all but demanded my phone number to ‘ensure my safety.’

No. No. No.

They know where I live. They don’t need to know anything else.

— I broke the washer.
Apparently, it’s started to leak oil from when I overloaded it. That’s an unexpected $1000 expense. We’re supposed to go looking for a new one tomorrow as the current one isn’t worth saving.

— I am employed as of last Wednesday.
When I took a leave of absence from Bryant, I told them that I would resume my adjunct duties during the July session. By then, I figured that the Center would be complete and I would have a handle on all of the missing doctor appointments. Also, should something intensive come up (like a heart problem), there would be time to adjust and investigate before picking up a class.

When the May term started, there were just enough students to form a new class. Since everyone was busy, the class was unceremoniously dumped on me without prior warning.

After speaking to Jason, I accepted the class but was completely unaware that it started — that day.

Fight and flight set in. I panicked. It wasn’t pretty.

A couple of days have passed and I’m easing back into my role but I’m still not happy about how I got here.

— I had a small win on the eating battle. I finished a huge box of Wheaties. It took over a month but I did it. Then I followed up all of those carbs with cantaloupe chunks. A cup of Wheaties + cantaloupe chunks = tons of carbs compared to what I allow myself to have.

I’ve felt bloated and physically miserable for most of the day. I know I shouldn’t. It wasn’t ‘bad.’ But I do anyway. It could be body, mind, or both working together to self-jeopardize.

But, at the end of the day, I finished a damned box of cereal.