When you take the bus on the weekend there is a good chance it will be detoured for a special event. I keep forgetting this during the few times I venture downtown on the weekend. I also noticed weekend bus riders have no idea what they are doing. I have no idea what they do during the week to get around b/c they act like they have never been on a bus in their lives. Every single stop people get on and ask where the bus goes. Sometimes people who have been on the bus for sometime decided to get up and ask where they are going. This boggles my mind. Figure it out beforehand. Don't just ride aimlessly around the city hoping the bus will take you where you want to go. One thing that got me upset is that an old man got on the bus; his disability card said he was born in 1935. None of the young healthy looking people taking up all the front seating would get up for him. I let him have my seat even tho I have a disability pass and it is hard for me to stand on a bus with my osteo arthritis. Boggles my mind how people don't think of others; especially the elderly and the handicap.
I have had a terrible week with staying in bed all day, almost everyday. No chores have been done. The place is a dump. I did manage to go to my volunteering and my team meeting. I'm glad I got up the ooomf to go. My Dr. thinks I might be having thyroid problems rather than negative symptoms so I will have to go in for quite a few tests. As always I have to get the old diabetes test again. It's one I always pray I don't have.
I am supposed to start talk therapy this week. I am horrible at sitting down in a office and discussing my problems. I hate it when they ask you what you want to talk about. I never know where to begin. I have terrible guilt over telling people things that were not true about my life-I thought they were true but it was psychosis. It is very embarrassing to me. I always avoid/pray I don't run into any old friends so I wont have to explain. I suppose that is where therapy could start.
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