Had an appt with pdoc today. She always make me feel better. She said some encouraging words about school and me and my memory and just a whole bunch of reassuring shit that only she could tell me as my doc. I feel better.
3 weeks from today I start school and I’m so scared I could die.
I’m so excited I could piss myself.
Amazing how those two sentiments can occur in the same mind at the same time and not cause an explosion.