tals's funeral last Friday was sad but good, if you know what I mean. So many people turned up. It's sad to have to let him go, but good to know how many people cared so much about him, and his family didn't seem too freaked out at the plenitude of Gothery. (Particular hugs to metzkass, _lexx and lilgreendave)
Saturday evening was misstemperance's birthday bash at Habibi. We ate and were merry. It was particularly good to see the_g_man once more before he heads off into the wilds of New York.
Monday evening was Amber. Things are getting very bad indeed; mrbear and I are currently Hellriding towards our goal (who will probably kill us for trying to interfere), having deserted sobrique, lostdreamer666 and mister_jack somewhere random in reality and who are probably still being chased by Fiona and Dalt (who were our excuse for
Tuesday was my appointment with my new shrink, whose name I didn't quite catch, and who turned out to be a kindly middle-aged Asian woman who had me talking in seconds. That's unusual, if you know what I'm like with potentially dangerous strangers. Unusually she wanted to know what I'd been doing since my last appointment, and so I told her. It's not often I end up crying my eyes out at a shrink, but when I got to the bit about Tal I just couldn't hold the tears in any longer. It feels as though that must have done me some good, because I slept better last night than I have in ages. She's leaving my meds as they are, and will see me (unless I need to see her more quickly) in two months.
Last night a phone conversation with my lovely mattp about his new job, about which he's being so nondisclosurey that I swear that his story is just a cover and he's actually going to be working for the NSA :) But many congrats to him on the job and finding somewhere convenient to live. Alas, I shan't be making it to BiFest this w/e and he'll be moving and working hard next week, so I almost certainly shan't see him until the New Year. *pout*
And today I slept, and then got up to find a splendid Christmas card from daimon_hyperion. Thanks, Ziggy! *smooch*
On Friday, all being well, I'm meeting youngatheart and Chris in town for lunch. Poor darling stgpcm will be away teambuilding in Salford from Friday to Saturday.
mrph will be with his parents this weekend, so he won't be at Browns on Saturday; will any of the rest of you be there, do you think? (*nudges mister_jack who hasn't turned up yet*) This also means that he won't be able to make it to Carols and Capers on Sunday, so it'll be just me and Jus who are going to be there. I'll try to do a writeup when that's done.
Next Monday will, all being well, be Amber again, and no doubt we'll sink ever deeper into the poo.
And next Tuesday I have two medical appointments, hurrah! One in the morning to see my new neurosurgeon, who will be discussing the various surgical options for sorting out my spine, and in the afternoon I go for a (*scary*) shrink evaluation to see whether I'm suitable for joining a CBT group. I have to say that I don't like the idea of doing any kind of therapy in a group; it's hard enough for me to talk to one stranger, but a whole group of them? I see myself clenching up and shaking and not being able to say a single word. I'll have to point that out to my assessors, even if it means I lose any chance of treatment, because it wouldn't be fair to waste their time.
That's how things are at the moment.