Eggs, Fruit and Compassion

I was overwhelmed yesterday by the compassionate, loving comments and e-mails I received in response to my report from the abyss.

I am feeling much better, thanks to doing some healthy things for myself, forbidding myself to wallow in guilt and several episodes of deep breathing. This morning's healthy breakfast was photo-worthy...mostly because I love the food pictures taken in the natural light from my (and when I say "my," I mean "my landlord's" although it feels like mine since our house never seems to be finished!) kitchen window:

I called my resident doc at UNC and found out that she has rotated out of there and that there is a 4-week wait for an appointment. So I have to get on BCBS.com and find a local provider. I've resigned myself to the fact that beggars can't be choosers, so I have to accept that this will probably NOT be someone with whom I feel totally comfortable and who "gets" me like my beloved Dr. Doran in Florida did. I need to look at this person like a drug dealer. I don't have to like him/her, but I do have to go see him/her occasionally to feed my habit.

I had left a message with the secretary for the ECT department at UNC and surprise of the not-so-surprising, Dr. Dawkins, the head of the department, called my husband to see what was going on with me. She was concerned that I hadn't been in. She wanted to dig a little deeper with him as to my situation so she could determine if perhaps I would need a course of 3 or more treatments instead of just one. That is so like her. She is brilliant and amazing and compassionate. The secretary is supposed to call me to set it up so I can get squeezed in this Friday.

So, I am feeling like there is a light at the end of the tunnel and that I'm not terribly far away from it. And it's not that light they tell you to go toward at "the end." That's a good thing.

Di

Comments

[ilinap]

Whew! Glad you can get squeezed in this week. Now excuse me while I forage for some guacamole.

[Nataie]

I'm glad you can get in on Friday. I'm thinking of you, and of your wonderful breakfasts.

[Beth]

Loves lights at the end(s?) of tunnels. (Not sure about the grammar there, wink wink.) Glad things are looking up.