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Thursday, 12 December 2019

Very nearly decrepit

Today I went to my counsellor for what was supposed to be my last appointment with him.  I ranted a lot about the messages from Shitlord's old landlord.
I ranted a bit about some spirals of dark thoughts.
And I rambled a bunch about basically nothing.

He decided I will get another session, though that will be mostly about following up on a referral to another service he is making for me.
He also explained that the service I had found advertised online was for people far worse than I am.  I am too sane for its DHB funded services.

Otherwise not much for the day.  Apart from hearing that the surgery my grandmother was waiting for, itself the reason I had avoided her in case I was germy, was cancelled as they found some irregularities.  She may just be sick, but it may also be cancer.

Annoying I have avoided her so long for no reason.

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