CAT And Cuts

Warning – Wound pictures at the end…

Tomorrow I’m starting Cognitive Analytical Therapy (CAT) after 2 years from suggestion to implementation. Time hasn’t been a healer if that’s what they were hoping for but there we go. I met my new therapist a couple of months ago and she seemed nice but I’m not sure if it’s the sickly kind of sweet or if I’m just building up my walls with reasons in preparation for a new therapy failing. Also, I’m a little apprehensive given the recent weightloss. It should be a topic of discussion, she actually brought it up when I met her. I’m just not sure if I’m ready to go there.

In similar news, my CPN caught up with me yesterday and, if I keep the appointment, I’m seeing her next Thursday. Hopefully we’ll just talk about my operation or something. I wanted to ask to see my psych about the venlafaxine but I’m veering more to the option of asking my GP to get me off it. Psych can drug me up on something else when the time comes to see her. Lets not tempt any trouble from her.

And lastly, pictures of my poor and increasingly huge Leftie. The camera doesn’t really show the extent of the bruising but you may be able to make out the edges of port and balloon. I can certainly feel them. Oh and I went to dressings clinic yesterday, hence the new removable “sleeve” bandage;

All very pleasant as I’m sure you’ll agree. Maybe I’ll have to do an annotated version on paint to point out the various bits and bobs. I will when I have the energy which is a fairly rare concept at the moment. I’m off to sleep. Take care everyone.