Trying to Not be Crazy is Driving Me Nuts

Noggin docs. They're making me guano loco.

When I was approved for Medicare, it meant I could no longer see Brandy down at the HeeHaw County Clinic for Nervous People and Drug Addicts. She wasn't licensed, but she was the only female in the practice and as ya'll know, the majority of my issues are rooted in the actions of untrustworthy males. With Medicare, I couldn't even attend her group sessions. 

Brandy suggested I go back to seeing Willie, the second therapist I was assigned to. I told Brandy that
I thought Willie needed his own therapist to deal with his misogynistic views and his obvious, unfounded fear of Paganism. 

So that was a no.

Then came Brian. He was new at the practice and although male, I agreed to give him a shot. The morning of my first appointment, I received a call from the clinic that he was no longer a member of their staff. They were all like, "but I can get you in to see Willie!"

Hail no.

Over the course of the past year, I'd been assigned four different noggin docs. Appointments were every two weeks, every three weeks and sometimes I'd go a month without seeing anyone.  When I had no resources, I had no choice, but now I could move on. The Hee Haw County Clinic for Nervous People and Drug Addicts was no longer serving me. 

The fact that I could make this decision and not sit, wringing my hands and worrying is proof, to me anyway, that I'm getting better. 

I considered taking a break from therapy all together, but I just quit smoking (again), I'm trying to lose weight (again) and generally trying to get my life straightened out (again),  so it didn't seem like a good time to stop.

I took to the innerwebs and found another practice just a few blocks from where I'd been going. I had my first appointment yesterday. 

The lobby was peaceful. No youngins in shackles and orange jumpsuits, escorted by Hee Haw County's finest, waiting for prescriptions, no signs on the wall saying, "We Do Not Keep Any Meds on Premises!" 

There was an aquarium and sunlight streaming through the windows. A totally different atmosphere. 

The new noggin doc is close to my age and I'm not afraid of somehow scarring her for life by telling her stories of my own. 

When I told her that I used to love to write, that before the shit hit the fan, I couldn't wait to sit down in front of the computer and tell ya'll the stories of Frog Pond Holler, that I missed it but the words just wouldn't come anymore, she gave me an assignment, which you're reading. 

Anywho...

The sun's shining down on Frog Pond Holler, I've got The Eagles Greatest Hits playing, the coffee's hot and the vape fog is thick. 

It's all good. 

Ya'll take care and we'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!