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See what the kitten is doing in my icon?
That's what the contents of my stomach was doing at about 12:30 am this morning.
( Cut for some graphicness )
So what went wrong? Damned if I know. Perhaps the last of the canned milk, which I'd had in a cup of coffee earlier in the evening, was to blame. Perhaps it was the salt and vinegar chips I'd eaten a couple of hours before the yarking started (and believe me, if I never see another salt and vinegar chip, it will be too soon). In any case, I woke up this morning with a serene stomach and it's been clear sailing all day.
Good news -- Reg has been accepted at House of Hesed, which is Christian-based HIV/AIDS transitional housing. He can move into a room there on August 1st. This is a great relief to us all, especially to George, since House of Hesed provides both room and board and is a non-drinking environment. We hope that Reg will be safe there. He went down to their offices this afternoon to fill out the necessary paperwork and see the room that he'll be living in.
I saw my psych nurse today and we talked for over an hour about the stresses that Reg living with us has been putting me through. I thought I'd gotten to the point where the DBT skills had become automatic, but the overwhelming negative emotions that Reg causes me to feel (because I associate him with my alcoholic father who molested me) have pretty much dissolved my ability to use those skills to improve the current situation. She had some suggestions that I'm going to try out over the next few days.
Tonight it's fish and perogies for supper. My enthusiasm, I can hardly contain it. And then I have a MM cover to finish. When I'm done that, I can go to bed and start reading the latest books I picked up at the library today, including two volumes about the Darwin Awards and The Buried Book: The Loss and Rediscovery of the Great Epic of Gilgamesh, which promises to be a wonderful read.
That's what the contents of my stomach was doing at about 12:30 am this morning.
( Cut for some graphicness )
So what went wrong? Damned if I know. Perhaps the last of the canned milk, which I'd had in a cup of coffee earlier in the evening, was to blame. Perhaps it was the salt and vinegar chips I'd eaten a couple of hours before the yarking started (and believe me, if I never see another salt and vinegar chip, it will be too soon). In any case, I woke up this morning with a serene stomach and it's been clear sailing all day.
Good news -- Reg has been accepted at House of Hesed, which is Christian-based HIV/AIDS transitional housing. He can move into a room there on August 1st. This is a great relief to us all, especially to George, since House of Hesed provides both room and board and is a non-drinking environment. We hope that Reg will be safe there. He went down to their offices this afternoon to fill out the necessary paperwork and see the room that he'll be living in.
I saw my psych nurse today and we talked for over an hour about the stresses that Reg living with us has been putting me through. I thought I'd gotten to the point where the DBT skills had become automatic, but the overwhelming negative emotions that Reg causes me to feel (because I associate him with my alcoholic father who molested me) have pretty much dissolved my ability to use those skills to improve the current situation. She had some suggestions that I'm going to try out over the next few days.
Tonight it's fish and perogies for supper. My enthusiasm, I can hardly contain it. And then I have a MM cover to finish. When I'm done that, I can go to bed and start reading the latest books I picked up at the library today, including two volumes about the Darwin Awards and The Buried Book: The Loss and Rediscovery of the Great Epic of Gilgamesh, which promises to be a wonderful read.
