{"id":288,"date":"2009-06-18T07:23:48","date_gmt":"2009-06-18T13:23:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/?p=288"},"modified":"2012-06-21T05:29:07","modified_gmt":"2012-06-21T10:29:07","slug":"just-some-stuff","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nyxity-lee.com\/blog\/?p=288","title":{"rendered":"Just Some Stuff&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I saw my psychiatrist on Friday. It was the same old thing. We went, we waited, we went in and we talked. I did bring my binder with me though. I told her perhaps a year ago I would some day. I meant to my last visit, but forgot. Well, she was apparently impressed. Bah.<br \/>\nI have noticed I react differently now though. Back when I went to school and people complimented my art my reaction was to freak out. Now, this estranged me from people. My embarrassment showed from me crying out, &#8220;Don&#8217;t tell me that! I don&#8217;t want to hear that!&#8221; I&#8217;d groan and carry on sometimes too&#8230; maybe even cover my ears with my hands. They always looked at me with wide eyes&#8230; the sort where a person backs away and goes, &#8220;Uh&#8230; oh-kay&#8230; (nutcase)&#8230;&#8221;<br \/>\nNow I ignore people instead&#8230; maybe grunt. So the doctor looked and I stared at the wall and the room&#8217;s set up. Mom went on as usual about how I would rarely show others my work willingly and junk. She always tells that story the few times I bring my book out. Oh, how earth shattering this moment is. Oi.<br \/>\nSaturday was errand day. Mom needed to go across town, so I followed as usual. She got some office supplies; I got one bloody expensive binder to hold my &#8220;original&#8221; art in, because when I met my head-doctor the day before the thing split a bit. I have a lot of pictures. The thing is pretty heavy and the binder was pretty old by then.<br \/>\nWe then stopped by Hallmark to get Father&#8217;s Day stuff. My dad is evil when it comes to gift getting. He doesn&#8217;t want you to get him anything. Some would say great, but when the person searching really wants to get something&#8230; it is a pickle.<br \/>\nWell, I found two cards, bought them. My mom got a card. I showed her a coffee cup that amused me. If I had known he would have actually liked it (it had lyrics to a Willy Nelson song, which I wasn&#8217;t aware of) I would have gotten it. Oh, well&#8230;<br \/>\nAfter that, Mom wanted to stop by the outlet-like mall. She looked for deals and eventually got a shirt as another Father&#8217;s Day gift. Over all, we are prepared now.<br \/>\nSunday was just&#8230; normal. So was the rest of the week so far. There were a few things happening, but nothing big to write about.<br \/>\nMy dad&#8217;s back has been bothering him most of the week. He has a bad back for a while now and for a couple of days now it has been acting up. This was brought on by him bending over to put a collar on one of the dogs. I asked him how it was this morning. He said by the end of the week he expects it to be back to normal. Sigh&#8230;<br \/>\nAlso, yesterday my brother went in for the CAT scan. Apparently he had a two-hundred fifty-something fine for previous medical expenses not yet paid so they wouldn&#8217;t admit him. My dad of course had to pay. I just hope my parents don&#8217;t go over draft again. Anyway, results fro the scan won&#8217;t be known until Monday. Bah.<br \/>\nIn other news, yesterday I reached 300 pages on that story. It made me quite happy. I even got a few emails from Neko late last night as well. It really made my night. She seems okay for the most part, so hopefully things stay that way.<br \/>\nNothing else comes to mind other than having a doctor&#8217;s appointment on the 29th.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I saw my psychiatrist on Friday. It was the same old thing. We went, we waited, we went in and we talked. I did bring my binder with me though. I told her perhaps a year ago I would some day. I meant to my last visit, but forgot. Well, she was apparently impressed. Bah. 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