and then my therapist said . . .

Yesterday when I saw my therapist I had so many things to tell her, and I plowed right through. After much discussion she told me that I have so many things going on that are stressful, and each one of them has the individual ability to close me down. She reminded me to use my organizational abilities and my finely-tuned sense of prioritization to try to only concentrate on (read=worry about) the most important stuff right now.

Deep sigh.

My new place is being worked on every day (I've been there to see the work being done) and now the landlord tells me that it will be early next week (read=July 1) before the apartment is ready. I've seen the lease, it looks fine, I have the money at the ready to close the deal, so maybe I shouldn't worry about this right now?

I will be going to the radiation place tomorrow afternoon and then the worry about the timing of my daily visit there will end.

On Friday my friend Debra is coming over to help me start packing up my stuff, starting with my grandmother's china.

My legs are still killing me, I tried both over-the-counter medicines the oncologist suggested, but neither one works. I'm so tired to taking strong drugs, but I guess I will have to do that again. I'll write to him and get the prescription.

The divorce mediator we are using is on vacation until 7/10. I will work hard to get Marshall to complete the forms we need to exchange so that we may proceed. But I will try not to worry about it today.

Oy. I am overwhelmed, and all I really want to do is stay in bed and nap. But I am about to leave with Avi to go to Men's Wearhouse to get his bar mitzvah suit altered, since he finally grew out of it. He's taller than I am!

Deep breathing helps too.