Oh right, I have a LiveJournal of my very own!

You mean there's a use for this account besides having a convenient way to read other people's journals? Who'da thunk it?

Erm, right. I had planned to update after my brain began behaving itself and I could write decent sentences without undue effort, but that doesn't seem to be happening. Anyway, my second-to-last entry here was a grumble about my body misbehaving itself last Wednesday when I really had better things to do. So I didn't do what I'd planned to do that morning--have you been waiting with bated breath to find out whether I got anything accomplished that afternoon? No? Well, I'll tell you anyway, 'cos this is a journal and, um, I could be journaling in it.

Short answer: Yes, I did finally get out of the house on Wednesday, spending hours upon hours doing stuff. Went to see the psychologist, in which appointment we came to a mutual agreement that I'd be better off seeking help from someone who knows something about dealing with chronic illness and related issues, rather than expending time and energy to talk to someone who's basically clueless. Hearing "I don't know how you cope with all this!" doesn't actually help me to cope with all this.( Mini-almost-rant )

( And while I was out... )

( So, did the hummingwolf manage to get up early on Thursday? )

( Right. And after Thursday? )