General Malaise

Hmm, where are we now …?  Last night was a Dr. M. night.  He is going to be moving from the 4th floor to the 7th.  There is always little life changes.  We figure it’s best to adapt sooner than later.  It seems this change is reflective of other changes and it’s sometimes hard.  ">http://

Last week Sr. Tess prioritized one particular CARF project, now this week it’s another.  Note:  We need to be staying fluid and do whatever is necessary at that very moment. 

One of the changes that happened this week is that we had to let go of the individual that had been wreaking so much havoc.  He’d been practicing running out of the building, but the last time he ran down the street and across a busy street.  Sister Tess felt that self-endangerment was something beyond the center’s scope.  

We talked of other work matters to Dr. M., bill paying, cameras, friends, the house/renting, time management, our forgetfulness, just a smorgasbord of topics, really. 

I don’t know how we got there, but he said something about us switching in appearance "> like with interests, facial gestures and posture.  We didn’t know what to think of that, though we’d heard it before.  He says that we’re subtle.  Hmm, that’s what our first major therapist said.  My father said it differently; he compared us to “a snake in the grass.” Thanks Dad …

We left Dr. M’s office … feeling kind of bleary and foggish like.  We know to look for his expression.  It was telling us that things would be ok.  We like his confidence in himself and us.  Afterward, we took us out to what is becoming our favorite restaurant.  We like that the waitress remembers that we drink one glass of Riesling with our meal. Sometimes multiplicity kind of feels scary and over intimate, like heart on sleeve.  But, what is normal, really?