I spent all yesterday inside, baking, cleaning and reading.
Where the Crawdads Sing is a good story, well told. It’s easy to get hooked on the plot of a crime story. It did a great job of evoking the marsh and life in it. I liked that. But it’s a bit like a dessert; it’s great to read but there’s nothing nutritious in it.
I took Her Highness for a quick walk and then left her with Sarah for a grooming, and while she was being cleaned up, I went food shopping. Then I came home to get a call from Cathy, the mental health nurse.
As we all wait for a Covid vaccine, here is a sobering thought: Science has not yet discovered a vaccine for HIV. HIV is a Lentivirus (not a Covid) but still, over the past forty years no vaccine has been developed.
Big news: I had a challenging (for me) talk with Cathy, and I am not going to have any more appointments for a couple of months. I am supremely happy to be “free” of the homework and feeling broken. Now, I can just get on with being a largely symptom-free Chris.2.
I was dreading today’s talk, but she was thrilled that I felt strong enough to end the sessions. We have stopped on excellent terms and I’m feeling giddy about living without therapy and symptoms. Yes, I still have some speech problems in certain circumstances, but they are dormant hereon Gabriola where I feel so safe and happy, and when I am with friends.
I was thrilled that Cathy said something like this: “I’d be pushing back against your decision if I felt you weren’t ready, but I think you are and I’m excited for you!” (She actually used the word excited.)
My friend, Fran, is here, staying at a B&B for a week. She has friends coming to join her who arrive tomorrow, so I’ll have some social contact this week. Yay!
Sheba has two feet that have damaged skin. I had her and her feet sheared today so that I can monitor her wounds and administer antibacterial cream. She’s is otherwise healthy and happy, but I look forward to getting her wounds healed up.