We walked out of therapy fifteen minutes before we should have finished. We weren’t able to stay and meet our friend as planned to drop off the second baby blanket. We left and came straight home, beating ourselves up for walking out. Because we don’t want to go back to struggling to attend appointments, or indeed struggling to do the things we have only just clawed back. We’re putting it down to a different time, different day, different room and hoping next week will be easier especially as we have two appointments on consecutive days.
Anyway we came home, typed up and printed a letter that we needed to deliver and headed out again. Back to the hospital – where we had just walked out – to drop the letter off, and then into town to Nero’s for a take out. Because we are determined not to let that slip away from us. And then later, while our daughter was out at a birthday meal, we walked back across to the hospital and got an instant tea from the vending machine. We didn’t stay, but we also didn’t rush. Later still, we went out and met our daughter as she walked home from town.
Whatever it was that made us walk out of our appointment can bugger off, we’re not going to kneejerk and stop doing things like we did last time. S and I both like our small bit of freedom too much. So today we will go back to Nero’s, and back to the hospital too.
Slipping further down the rabbit hole of mental illness just isn’t an option.