Schedule Shuffling

I wasn't supposed to have counseling this week. That was the plan, at least. But my plans never work.

Monday night was messy. Rather, I was messy on Monday. I was chatting with Stacey. One minute I was fine, and the next minute she had a blubbering mess on her hands. (Thanks for being there, Stacey!)

I didn't sleep much or well Monday night, and when I woke up on Tuesday, I wasn't trying to singlehandedly resolve the drought, but I was oh so angsty. Early in the day, I had to hide in the back room at work because I just couldn't get past the emotions.

Fortunately, I got sent on a field trip to deliver flyers to all the schools. Yay! Minimal, brief, and scripted human interaction! I can handle that! However, while I was driving around town, the tension only worsened, so I texted Counselor.

Is it too late to change my mind about meeting today? I figured it probably was, but I had to ask. I was in pretty bad shape, and I have learned not to try to push through it alone if I don't have to.

She offered a 9 pm spot, but I knew there was no chance of me being able to stay awake that late. (I was right. I was crashing by 9:30.) She offered a phone session today, but by then I was feeling a little better, and I decided that I really needed to deal with this yuckiness in a face to face context. I told her I'd just wait until next week. Of course, the day decided at that moment to take another turn south, but I left it alone.

Next thing I knew, she had rearranged things so that she could fit me in at 8:15. It meant I'd have to flex my schedule a bit too, but wow. I almost started crying. I have no idea how she managed that or how much trouble it was. All I know is I am so grateful she was able to fit me in, because I needed that badly.