Before my truck got squished, it had one little issue.  When I would first start it, it would idle really high, revving its engine until it sounded like it was going to take off on its own and plow through whatever was in its way.  It was overly excited, I guess...it just wanted to go and go and go.

Of course, when I would take it in to to the shop, it didn't make a peep.  It never once acted for the mechanics the way it did when I had it.  Much like when I take a sick pet to the vet, the truck was miraculously healed once it reached the shop.  The shop guys were always doing the 'yeaaaah, ok, maybe next time' thing.

And so it goes with my brain.

Wednesday began my brain's revving....it's own going and going and going and feeling like it was going to burst out of my skull through every orifice and flop around fish-like on the floor.

Today?  I feel decent.  Not 100%, but more like a human than I've felt in about a week.  I actually got up, got dressed, and went to work.  (!!!)

By myself. 

Without crying.

And when people ask me how I'm doing today, I can say "I'm doing ok" and mean it.

So by tomorrow when I meet with the counselor guy?  I'll probably be all perfect and full of glee and make him say, "umm...why are you here, again. lady?"   When I try to go into the "but I thought I had a brain tumor!" spiel, I'll probably get an, "umm, yeaaaaaah, maybe next time."

Which is ok, I suppose, I'd rather show up and tell him how I used to feel rather than not be able to make it out the door in the first place.

.....

But on to more important things.

Seriously.  Who actually puts the twisty-tie back on the bread?  I hate that little useless piece of trash.  If you spin the bread around and tuck the plastic underneath it, it seals it JUST fine, thankyouverymuch.

Revolt against the twisty-tie thingy.

It is a pain in my ass.

That is all.

Thank you.