DearHeart

This morning it’s very blistery out there. Tried opening the balcony door so the kitties could get some fresh air, but the wind nearly knocked us over. Oh man. Just looked ... it’s 0 degrees with an artic wind chill of -20 to -25 below 0. Yeeks and bejeebers!

Yesterday had mixed reviews. We started with the good doctor, went to work, then a friend came over and helped with some household chores and errands.

All we can say about work really is that we were there. I knew it was going to be a bad one when I found out I’d have to order half a dozen parts for four of the printers. We had lousy luck for two hours with the three different sales people. We recommend HP Printers, but not for the service!

Big news was, of course, in the return of Dr. M. This morning we’re feeling kind of bad for him at having put him through us. We didn’t push the tissues to the floor. We needed them to wipe away some of the tears. To be fair, he did volunteer the tissues to be pushed off the ledge.

It’s very hard to remember the specifics of any given session. In general, we knew that our core part, DearHeart, was out followed by Anniemi. Anniemi was able to follow some of what DearHeart was processing, but DearHeart is at a level too low for most of us to be sensing clearly.

We’re thinking at this point that some of her problems is kind of a regular thing for her. She seems to not really be involved much in an external world. We don’t believe she wants to care about us. We do feel relief that she is attempting to communicate through our doctor. She appears to be in quite a bit of emotional pain.

From what we gather, being a multiple is different than in being a singleton. We don’t always have real good communication with "our" feelings or thoughts. I know we have to work on this, but it is hard. Her pain is scary to us. No one wants to be overwhelmed though, maybe including her?

Something else too.  Someone was stealing looks at Dr. M.  A lot of time we don't seem able to.  We used to get backhanded for looking directly at our mother.

... Later (7:11 am) - Car won't start ... going to be a goofy day.