This must be my very lucky day!
I had been up all night, pacing, sweating, vomiting, dreading today. The clock ticked louder and louder as the morning wore on. The apprehension about seeing my new case manager was worse than the last time, and that time was worse than the one before that. I had hoped my initial reaction to him was just that and that the situation would improve. Instead it has been growing steadily worse. This morning I endured another session, listening to him expound all the great and wonderful progress I would make with his help, while all the time knowing I’m instead getting worse.
My DLSS worker arrived shortly after he left. I was still sweating, pacing, scratching imaginary itches and trying not to hyperventilate too much. I would, as usual, have not been able to say anything had she not asked what was wrong. But she did ask, and I blurted out how poorly the new case manager situation was going. Some discussion ensued. The end result is very good news: she will request a change of case manager on my behalf! What a relief. I feel like I dodged a bullet! I wish to reiterate it isn’t his fault things weren’t working. My anxiety makes me extremely uncomfortable with certain people, for reasons I may write about another time. We just were not a good worker/client match.
But the good news doesn’t end there. We scheduled an appointment for Boo to see the vet next week. Meanwhile, on a hunch the very old carpet in the living room may be harboring dust mites (a major allergen for cats and people), I’m planning to rip it out. I’m nervous about Boo having to go another whole week before he can see the vet, but it is the best that can be done. I hope he will be OK until then.
Furthermore, we scheduled an appointment for my full mouth extraction. It is about a month away. Hopefully that is enough time for me to finish the home improvement project I just started. More good news! I’m not sure I actually believe this yet, but the person we talked to at the oral surgeon’s office said my insurance should cover the entire cost, including extraction of the “salvageable” teeth. If it actually does, that will improve my financial outlook considerably.
We made plans to tackle some of the other issues (septic tank inspection, furnace servicing) next week.
Maybe I will be able to sleep tonight. That would be a welcome change.