I had my last appointment with my therapist last week. She gave me the head’s up a couple of months prior. She had been offered a wonderful opportunity and was working out the details with the powers that be. I was (and still am) thrilled for her because this seemed like exactly what she needed. I was also pretty bummed that after 6 years I would be alone in dealing with “the shit” life has thrown my way. Saying goodbye was not something I was looking forward to. I despise goodbyes! But I started thinking about how this is a goodbye to the psychologist but not to my friend. Dr. M has been more than just a psychologist. She has been my friend.
Dr. M has helped me to recover the tools I need to deal with the shit that has been thrown at me and any future shit coming my way. I had the tools all along but I forgot how to use them. She has helped me to realize that any guilt or shame that I carried (from certain events) were not mine to carry. She helped me to identify the toxic relationships in my life and gave me the courage to set boundaries and let go of those who weren’t respectful of those boundaries. I’ve learned many things from Dr. M and I am so grateful to have had her guidance for 6 years. It was awesome to share a few laughs along the way, too.
Someone asked me recently, “Are you ok? Do you feel abandoned?” The answer is, “Yes, I’m ok,” and an absolute “No, I don’t feel abandoned at all.” Dr. M will give me a referral if I need one. I know I’ll still be in touch with her because she’s my friend. I have her cell phone number and her email. I know I am stronger now and I have the tools to deal with the shit that flies in my direction. I’m not worried about my mental health anymore. I’m going to be just fine.
Before leaving my last appointment, (which began with so much laughter that my Dad heard us from the waiting area) Dr. M and I talked about having lunch sometime since we are no longer therapist/client. The appointment ended with a hug…and more laughter! It’s been great but now it’s on to bigger and better things for her… and I’m making some plans of my own.
Happy Friday! I’ve wanted to share these days ago but I’ve been busier than a cat covering you-know-what. This week’s funnies are dedicated to that blasted little “Elf on a Shelf.” You either love him or you hate him. I’m glad the craze didn’t start until after my kids were grown. Not that I hate the little bugger, but he seems to be an annoying and naughty little elf. Decide for yourself:
Some are taking matters into their own hands and have the right idea!
So, have you decided? Love him or hate him, these are pretty funny! If any of these offend you then sorry….not sorry. Pull the stick out, maybe it’ll be easier to laugh!
I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season! I have tons of goodies to bake so I have to start as early as Monday. I never know if my pain will let me do what I want, so starting early just in case I need downtime in between is the best way to go. What are your plans next week?
Trying to get back on track with my blog hasn’t been very easy, but I’m progressing. It’s a busy time of the year, even for me. Being disabled makes everything difficult so when the holidays come I proceed with caution. I know I can’t do much in one day so things have to be planned out in advance. I’ll do a little each day from now until Christmas and then I’ve instructed Dad to just push me over a nearby cliff. Hopefully, he’ll say a few nice words about me as I plunge to the bottom of the mountain.
All kidding aside, I’m trying to stay in the holiday spirit, which is difficult for me. If you’ve been following my blog then you know the reasons. I’m trying to stay positive and to see the humor and joy in the little things. I’m hoping to spend at least a lunch with my oldest grandson and for a nice Christmas Eve with my son and his little family. I have put up a small 2 ft. tabletop tree, adorned with tiny purple lights. The table is draped with a purple tablecloth…can you tell my favorite color is purple? Several gifts are already wrapped and ready for one (or more) of the cats to discover the fun of shredding paper.
So, in the spirit of Christmas and finding humor in the holidays, here’s this week’s Friday’s Funnies – Christmas Edition!
Enjoy, my blogging friends!
That’s all for this week. Stay tuned for the next holiday edition of Friday’s Funnies, Elf on a Shelf. Have a great weekend everyone!
The other night, Dad and I were outside walking towards the house. I heard him say something and turned to ask him what he said. He repeated it.
“Do you want me to scrape the house for the pancakes?” He asked.
“What?” I replied because I didn’t understand what he just said.
He repeated himself with more emphasis. “Do you want me to scrape the house for the pancakes?”
Again, I replied but with a little unbelief in my voice, “WHAT? Dad that doesn’t make any sense.”
He was getting angry now. “Oh, Goddammit,” he said with a raised voice.
“Sorry, Dad. I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.” I replied. I was thinking our wires must be crossed, as they say.
He repeated the same thing again, except this time he used hand motions to convey his message. “Do you want me to scrape (hands motioning like a window cleaner cleaning a window with a squeegee) the house for the pancakes (motioning his hands as if he was bouncing a ball)?
Now I was thinking does he have full-blown Alzheimer’s or is it me? Do I have dementia? Good grief!
About that time I woke up and thought to myself, thank the heavens it was just a dream!