Bugging

Apparently Blanche has become some sort of emotional barometer. Or maybe it’s still the reverse. Hm.

Today was therapy with the small town therapist, and Blanche started acting crazy during the session – spasming, stabbing, and burning – then calmed back down to baseline after. 

It might have been because I didn’t want to see her again in the first place, then she asked about when my foot started  “bugging me.” I called it Complex Regional Pain Syndrome and explained it’s a nerve disease. I’m pretty sure I’ve explained that before. I said baseline was about a six on the ol’ 1 – 10 scale, to which she acted and sounded surprised, and said something like “That’s pretty painful.” But she still said “bugging,” more than once, like it’s just a li’l naggy thing. Oh that CRPS, acting up like a toddler on PCP, it’s nothing. Seems like if you have a client with a chronic pain condition you don’t or can’t understand, you’d educate yourself. Guess who won’t be getting paid off of my neuroses anymore. 

Still, there’s this feeling of cheer in my chest. If I could go running, tonight’s run would be great. So, I’m gonna take a photo walk, and try to restrict and expand myself by keeping on a lens filter. And try not to think about how badly I want to run.