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Aug. 12th, 2008 10:20 amSo, I survived getting my breasts squished. It was no fun, but everything's clear, and I don't have to do it again for a year. The process was more than a little frustrating as they kept sending me back to the waiting room while they checked to see if they had all the images they needed yet. (For values of 'kept sending' that equal twice but still annoying.) The whole process, from when they called me in the first time until they were done, took about an hour and a half.
I'm actually looking forward to a week of doing very little but resting, writing and trying to keep Cordelia amused. My plans in that direction may end up going nowhere, but I'm currently hoping for a quiet week.
Then again, my sister-in-law may want to get together again. Last Wednesday, she brought her two kids down, and we all went to Independence Lake. We got there late enough that all of the tables with shade that were relatively near the water were taken. The kids had a great time in the sprinkler area. Then my SIL took them into the lake. I had to pull out my glasses in order to track Cordelia, and even then I wasn't completely sure which small child she was when I couldn't see bathing suits.
I managed to get sunburned in strips on my shoulders, places where my dress shifted just enough to expose skin I'd missed with the sunscreen. I was pretty bored at the same time I was anxious. I'd brought a notebook, but there was so much sun glare that I couldn't look at it. Besides, I really needed, for my peace of mind, to try to track Cordelia. Not that I didn't trust her aunt and cousins, but....
As we were leaving, my SIL asked if I had fun. I didn't snap at her. It was a stupid question, but it was also well meant. I told her that Cordelia had a grand time but that it certainly wasn't something I'd ever do for me.
I wish I enjoyed being outside. I spent most of the three hours we were at Independence Lake wishing that I could escape and be somewhere with fewer people, less stimulation and some perception of safety. I knew (and know) that I was perfectly safe. I just didn't *feel* safe. I could help myself by closing my eyes except that then I couldn't track Cordelia which made me feel guilty.
( Talking about my experience of anxiety )
I'm actually looking forward to a week of doing very little but resting, writing and trying to keep Cordelia amused. My plans in that direction may end up going nowhere, but I'm currently hoping for a quiet week.
Then again, my sister-in-law may want to get together again. Last Wednesday, she brought her two kids down, and we all went to Independence Lake. We got there late enough that all of the tables with shade that were relatively near the water were taken. The kids had a great time in the sprinkler area. Then my SIL took them into the lake. I had to pull out my glasses in order to track Cordelia, and even then I wasn't completely sure which small child she was when I couldn't see bathing suits.
I managed to get sunburned in strips on my shoulders, places where my dress shifted just enough to expose skin I'd missed with the sunscreen. I was pretty bored at the same time I was anxious. I'd brought a notebook, but there was so much sun glare that I couldn't look at it. Besides, I really needed, for my peace of mind, to try to track Cordelia. Not that I didn't trust her aunt and cousins, but....
As we were leaving, my SIL asked if I had fun. I didn't snap at her. It was a stupid question, but it was also well meant. I told her that Cordelia had a grand time but that it certainly wasn't something I'd ever do for me.
I wish I enjoyed being outside. I spent most of the three hours we were at Independence Lake wishing that I could escape and be somewhere with fewer people, less stimulation and some perception of safety. I knew (and know) that I was perfectly safe. I just didn't *feel* safe. I could help myself by closing my eyes except that then I couldn't track Cordelia which made me feel guilty.
( Talking about my experience of anxiety )
