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Second session of therapy was a success. I even have homework! I have to write on a diary random thoughts, things that happen to me during the week, so that we can talk about them the next time we see each other. Tomorrow I'll buy a suitable diary, and I'm already choosing the cover. Impressionist painters? Snoopy? Le Petit Prince? There are so many choices at the book store. ^^
Yesterday was a very, very bad day. Something involving menstruations and a sudden hemorrhage, the kind that's absolutely not normal and way off scale. I sat down the whole day close to the phone in case I felt like passing out, so that I could call an ambulance before that. That's how scary that was.
Luckly today I felt better, the blood loss was back to normal, and my therapist made me promise if anything remotely like that happens again I'll go straight to the hospital. In the meantime I'm going to eat raw meat like there's no tomorrow.
So today after lunch I was feeling a bit ditzy, and I went to bed for a nap. This morning I was still feeling boneless, and my therapist is an hour (30 minutes by bus, 30 minutes by foot) from here, so that might explain the tiredness. I was laying there, asleep and quite enjoying it, and I had completely forgotten that a year ago I had set my cellphone with a generic ringtone for generic numbers (Tati, my aunt, everyone has their own specific ringtone), and no generic number ever calls me, when all of a sudden:
DUM-DEEE-DUM-DEEEE-DUM
NON, RIEN DE RIEN, NOOOOOOON, JE NE REGRETTE RIEN
My first reaction was, I swear to god, What the fuck, it's a dream, it's a dream, WHERE'S MY TOTEM! And when I realized I wasn't in Limbo and I had to answer my phone, it turns out it was Vodafone, we'd like to ask you a few questions about your line.
Listen, people of Vodafone, the next time you scare me like that, I'm going to rip your lungs out from your nostrils.
On completely unrelated news, I have the strongest feeling they just made Alaric/Damon on The Vampire Diaries a canon ship. Whoa. My shipper heart is happy and wasn't expecting that at all. And I'm starting to feel sorry for Klaus. His sexy british accent, his sexy puppy eyes and his sexy everything are turning me to the dark side, help.
Lessons we learned today: choose a totem and carry it on your person everytime. Do not look the sexy british vampire in the eye. Eat more meat, for god's sake.
Yesterday was a very, very bad day. Something involving menstruations and a sudden hemorrhage, the kind that's absolutely not normal and way off scale. I sat down the whole day close to the phone in case I felt like passing out, so that I could call an ambulance before that. That's how scary that was.
Luckly today I felt better, the blood loss was back to normal, and my therapist made me promise if anything remotely like that happens again I'll go straight to the hospital. In the meantime I'm going to eat raw meat like there's no tomorrow.
So today after lunch I was feeling a bit ditzy, and I went to bed for a nap. This morning I was still feeling boneless, and my therapist is an hour (30 minutes by bus, 30 minutes by foot) from here, so that might explain the tiredness. I was laying there, asleep and quite enjoying it, and I had completely forgotten that a year ago I had set my cellphone with a generic ringtone for generic numbers (Tati, my aunt, everyone has their own specific ringtone), and no generic number ever calls me, when all of a sudden:
DUM-DEEE-DUM-DEEEE-DUM
NON, RIEN DE RIEN, NOOOOOOON, JE NE REGRETTE RIEN
My first reaction was, I swear to god, What the fuck, it's a dream, it's a dream, WHERE'S MY TOTEM! And when I realized I wasn't in Limbo and I had to answer my phone, it turns out it was Vodafone, we'd like to ask you a few questions about your line.
Listen, people of Vodafone, the next time you scare me like that, I'm going to rip your lungs out from your nostrils.
On completely unrelated news, I have the strongest feeling they just made Alaric/Damon on The Vampire Diaries a canon ship. Whoa. My shipper heart is happy and wasn't expecting that at all. And I'm starting to feel sorry for Klaus. His sexy british accent, his sexy puppy eyes and his sexy everything are turning me to the dark side, help.
Lessons we learned today: choose a totem and carry it on your person everytime. Do not look the sexy british vampire in the eye. Eat more meat, for god's sake.
