I got a Droid X. It is distracting. Haven't tried blogging on it. On-screen keyboard makes me miss my old flip-keyboard. Playing alot of silly hourly MMO games.
I had my doctor appointment last Thursday. It went okay. Note to self: don't tell the doctor you think you have hemohhoroids. Because he will check you RIGHT THERE, and right then. I'm not dying, I just have a terrible bachelor's diet, that's lacking everything healthy. Doctor recommended an over-the-counter fiber supplement. I'm 26. FML. Actually, he and an intern there too, some kid my age, looked a little green. Felt a little awkward, but I just thought of Grey's Anatomy, and that made it AWESOME. Also, the reason I actually went to the doctor: not feeling feelings. So he sent me on to a psychologist.
It took five weeks to see my doctor, so I had low expectations about this psychologist. I call the next monday: they've had a cancellation and will see me tomorrow. Tomorrow is today. So I saw her. One "Dr. Herbert", pronounced "err-vay", which I thought was kind of classy. She is just an average-looking woman in her mid thirties. Extremely friendly, but kind of detached and professional. I talked to her for an hour, which involved about 50 minutes of questions. She took special note of my failed relationships, and my casual suicidal thought (like twice in the last 10 years). Then she mentioned that I probably have mild depression, and she can get me a prescription for something right now, or we can continue therapy. So I thought to myself "Sure, get me on the first thing that comes to your mind, after your 50-minute snap diagnosis, that'll fix all my one problem that you found." Maybe she's just results-oriented, and didn't want to waste time - I can't be mad at her, that's not fair. Regardless, I opted for plain therapy for now, next session on Monday.
I'm more optimistic about the next session because it won't have to be so much "Oh! and who the hell are you?" kind of questioning. I'm not really satisfied that I explained everything; I don't think that's possible in one session.
I'm still desperate to avoid the idea that all my problems are bullshit, compared to people who have REAL problems. Also, that my problems are completely imaginary, because life is rough, and I need to grow a pair and get thicker skin. Also, that I invent problems to save me from the pure boredom of solitary, unwillingly-celibate bachelorhood. I've met all three of these people, who have these problems exactly in real life. Sometimes I feel like I have combined their powers, and become CAPTIAN PROBLEMS!
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I do need to probably start exercising. And clean my disgusting (in places) house. I just wish there was something more I could do right now to get better.