Life continues lifing…… (totally a word (or not))

Last week’s therapy was a bit weird.  Too much of it for my comfort was discussing how I felt about the difference between his diagnostic position and that of my previous therapist.  Being put in a position where I am supposed to break a stalemate between two informed people while being my ignorant of the field self is deeply uncomfortable.  Psychology is one of the few sciences of which I know basically nothing, at least not of any academic standard.

Though there was also a bit on my other most uncomfortable subject, being encouraged to try to date.

On Thursday I caught up with Oli, briefly when he dropped round for a cuppa.

On Friday I had Exalted in the evening.

Saturday was many hours of being carsick.  A drive to Otautau.  Fortunately not as affected by flooding as expected, but was still almost four hours each way stuck uncomfortably in the back seat feeling deeply unwell.  I do not travel well.  But my sister is a spoilt brat who makes drama about how unacceptable being in a backseat in for her, so I just had to suck it up and deal with it.  All for a lunch thing at the Otautau playcentre, that I was only just getting over feeling gross from the ride to be the time we had to start heading back.

Such fun.

And I got home to try and fix GOG Galaxy having killed my Baldur’s Gate 3 installation during updates to find that it temporarily killed windows ability to access that hard drive at all.  GOG is clearly having some issues - the forum shows a lot of people having issues with Galaxy though I didn’t see anyone else having disappearing drives, so I may be uniquely cursed.  I got it fixed and just won’t be using GOG Galaxy for a while.

Sunday I spent significantly in bed.  And a little bit playing Stardew Valley as I needed something mindless.

This morning I woke to an email from ACC with the not surprising news that I was having my claim declined, though that fact it opened saying saying they had been “unable to contact” me by phone, when my phone shows no record of missed calls recently has left me a little doubtful about how much credit to give to anything else my ‘recovery partner’ has to say.