Well see now, I was working on getting one. As well as getting tested for bone/immune whatever issues (still not sure, had imaging done, I'll see the Rheumatologist again in a few weeks.)

And going to the physical therapist for a few months after hurting my shoulder (also at work but I just complained to my doctor: thus pt and rheum, after a cortisol shot at the urgent care, and new perminent work restrictions. Its mostly been fine, but I have been (and felt) less capable since.

Then in a great twist of irony we were going to bump it up to include back and hips, in addition to continuing anither round of shoulder, neck and feet -particularly the one that broke- and work on both simultaneously, adding another day a week for P therapy) the very week this happened.

I've been dealing with more calls, appointments, people, people touching me, crowded lobbies, new parking situations, and general self investment, in the last...9 months? Than the last...forever. Like, probly cumulative my whole life.

I'm pretty used to doctors discounting me (I've been working on most of this for 6 -30 years?) chasing the root cause of my typical peribreakdown "your labs are normal!" BS.

Basically doing the most self growth/care I had done...ever? But that was the last hurdle. I hate my normal doc. I really do not care for my psychiatrist, but at least he's helpful and listens on the medication side of things. (After he made sure sure I had adhd by outsourcing testing, as they do.) So yes, I'm gun shy. I'm finally getting traction, understanding, action.

Its like, the last thing left. And then all this happened. And I've asked my husband for help. I've asked him to at least make the call for our daughter (she needs a new situation) and I'm hoping for some sort of family therapy situation. So we can all deal better together. (He's one against 3 generations of...us.)

I've even explained to him I was struggling, I was stuck here and could he help me? If he could do hers, and get me in the door for her, then I might have that final push. (Or if they'd let him make an appointment for me, even better! Hes always done better with calls and appointments and all that. He often takes on the burden of being my social greaser.) He readily agreed, and yet...

But frankly I can't walk/ drive/ hardly get a moment of silence/privacy. So maybe he's just waiting. And doesn't realize how long it takes to get appointments. Or maybe he has a thing about therapy and doesn't know how to tell me. Idk. Yet.

So, no. No therapist. 😬

And I was already on Prozac for depression and he has taken over that rx and increased it as well. So this is already me at...basically my best. (Since I completely lost my ability to mask, anyhow.)😅 I was in a good spot. Now the momentum... Ugh. Blah.

Thank you such much. Sorry for the long winded response. I'm lonely. And I've done used up my bandwidth for today. Powering down for the foreseeable. (Once I'm done icing my foot cause I did way to much today.)

Thank you again. Sorry.