It’s interesting. My neuropsych is about to get to know a completely different side of me, which I suspect they had not encountered much before. I’m not even sure if they know this side of me exists.
For years, I’ve been going to see them early in the week, before things got too crazy, and the rest from the weekend hadn’t worn off, yet.
Now I’m seeing them at the end of my week, when the weekend is a distant memory, I’m half-baked from exertion, and I just don’t have the time and patience to be thoughtful, mindful, and all that contemplative stuff.
I suppose it’s just as well, because I’ve been trying to tell them about the challenges and hurdles I have to deal with on a regular basis, and they just don’t seem to think there’s that much to it. I don’t want to make too much of it, but by the time Thursday evening rolls around, I’m half-crazed with fatigue and stress and frustration.
And I don’t have nearly the attentional bandwidth and concentration I do, early in the week.
It’s been a huge adjustment for me, to see them Thursdays instead of Tuesdays. I hate to say it, and I hate to admit how hard it is, but it really tears me up, not being able to check in on Tuesdays, as normal.
Well, things change. People change. Situations change. This is just one of those things.
But it would be nice to have some input and check in, before the whole of the week gets away from me.
I guess I’ll just have to adjust and acquire some new coping skills.
Geez, what a pain in the ass.
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