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Friday, 6 September 2024

New kinds of rejection

Today is a day of getting rejection emails from psychotherapists.

I got approved by ACC finally, and then got warned that if I didn't find a provider myself in a timely manner they would allocate me one, and after how badly the last went I put a bit of effort into trying to get someone decent.  So now I am getting a string of very polite rejection letters from people explaining they are not offering new appointments.

At least I made the effort, I guess.


Otherwise since I got home it has just been the slow recovery of the mouth.  Rearranging book shelves and building some Lego that filled up the entirety of the freed up shelf, which was not what I had planned.  I had really hoped to get multiple sets on there.


Oh, and got bloodtests and my HbA1c is down by 13 points, which is a nice change that makes no sense as the last three months was a run of me doing things that probably ought have made it higher.

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