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Yesterday, I saw my psychiatrist. She wants me to push my boundaries and try to get out of the house more, specifically to experiment with riding different buses to different destinations. I really don't want to. I can't think of anywhere I want to or need to go, and 'because it's good for me' isn't enough reason to get me to overcome my anxiety. I'm actually very happy with my little, circumscribed life most of the time.

We are going to try reducing my Geodon. I've been taking 40 mg at lunch and 80 mg at dinner (it should be at bedtime, but I can't eat after 8:00 p.m. if I'm to go to bed at 11:00, and Geodon must be taken with food to be absorbed). I'll be taking 40 and 40 for the next five weeks just to see if that makes any difference. Neither of us is convinced that the Geodon is doing anything. I'm going to continue taking Wellbutrin twice a day (though I don't know that that's doing anything either). Anyway, if I get more anxious, we'll increase the Geodon again.

We did discuss my taking Ativan. I find it useful when I remember that I've got it. I think it will make a difference for Girl Scout meetings and might let me attend PTO meetings (they've moved those to Monday nights. Last year and in years past, they were on Wednesdays and pretty much always conflicted with Scott's game). I just have to remember to take the dratted stuff in advance. The pills are tiny and ought, in theory, be easy to dry swallow, but in practice, they dissolve on my tongue into a nasty mess before I can manage to swallow them.

After seeing the psychiatrist, I walked to State Street (from Main Street, about the limits of what I can walk) to have lunch at Totoro. I had a chicken teriyaki bento and a Dr Pepper and read a book on my e-reader while I ate.

I got home about 1:00, and nakki_no_miko (I feel a little weird using LJ handles for people who haven't visited LJ in years, but really, it's easier than being really vague) came to visit. I hadn't seen her for a couple of years. She's looking for a new job because her old one is about to disappear. She's been working for the trust that's been tying up Border's finances, and the work there is very nearly done.

I wish I could persuade her to post her fanfic on AO3, but she's attached to AdultFanFiction.net because that's where she turned when ff.net kicked out all the explicit fic. I suppose as long as she's happy with it. She's got an audience there after all.

Scott had to go in to work at 3 a.m. today. He expects it to be a really annoying day. There's some sort of quality control problem, and they're going to unload a couple of trucks worth of bottles and inspect each bottle individually then repack the good ones. They'll spend eight hours on that.

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Scott's work let him come home four hours early today. He's currently napping as he's really tired. We're hoping to go out to the mall later on. Cordelia needs a coat and boots and clothes for her orchestral performance in December. We'll find the coat and boots at Sears most likely. I'm not so sure about the performance clothes. A white blouse and black pants or skirt is a bit harder to find than just clothes that look nice. We'll have to find her black socks and shoes, too, but that, at least, should be easier.

The boots are important because Cordelia has an all day field trip on the 27th. They want her in 'outdoor shoes' or boots. She has three pairs of shoes, her tennis shoes, her dress shoes, and her crocs, none of which are really suitable for tramping around in the mud. Well, I forgot about her soccer shoes. I suppose she could wear those.

I offered to lend her my boots which have more in common with hiking boots than with usual snow boots, but she rejected that as 'gross.' It's too bad, though; my boots are much better suited for wearing all day and for walking on marshy ground than most snow boots are, and we won't invest in boots like those for Cordelia any time soon. First off, they're too expensive for while she's still growing. Second, she doesn't have the time to take boots like that on and off while she's at school. She needs more speed than that.

Before plans changed to take us up to East Tawas on Monday, I was hoping to take care of some of this shopping with my mother. I couldn't think what else to do with her and Cordelia for a full day, and it's the sort of grandmother chore that Mom avoids by living in Louisiana. It probably wouldn't have worked because my brother was going to be around; I can't see him enjoying shopping for concert clothes.

I'd have asked Scott's mother to help, but they've been traveling. They're heading for Seattle this weekend and won't be back for a couple of weeks, and they just got back from a fall color tour of the state. (The leaves have been more subdued this year than usual. They're still pretty; they're just not spectacular.)