Feeling a little guilty

I was so overwhelmed with it all, I just had to take a day off. And that made me feel a little guilty. Like one day away is going to be the end of it all. (Of course it might just be, but if that's the case, then I have other things to worry about too... And I am just not willing to think about them right now.)

Tomorrow is my appointment to start the screening process. (As in, to start the screening process all over AGAIN. For the second time.) It's frustrating, but at least it is a step in the right direction.

Really, I just want the tests done and over with so that I can move forward. I hate this waiting in limbo stuff... (And you can bet that "stuff" was not the first word that came into my mind here, but I am trying to keep this clean...)

It's like I have the heebie-jeebies... A phrase my Mother used to use that means I feel as if I have too much pent up energy, and my skin is crawling, and I just want to jump up and down, but I can't because then the world at large will think I am nuts... ("Look Mommy... There's a lady jumping up and down as if she is covered in spiders, but I don't see any..." "Don't point honey, it's not polite. And let's cross the street here just to be on the safe side.") Yeah... No thanks... I think I'll sit quietly in my chair instead...

I'll let you know how it all goes when I get back. I expect it will take some time. These sorts of clinics always do, and I was forewarned that I had paperwork to fill out. (Now that should be fun! I just love paperwork.)

I better go... Can you just tell that the feisty is coming out in a big way today? Yeah... Don't even get me started... I could bend your ear for hours...