Divisions and Precisions

Unfair

This somehow seems incredibly wrong: Pooka spent all week avoiding me (out of a desire to avoid her medication and to punish me for taking her to the vet), and finally tonight climbed into my lap and was all snuggly and purring.

Her follow up appointment, complete with shots, is tomorrow. Damn it.

Speaking of doctor's appointments, mine went okay yesterday. I'm going back on Zoloft, which at this point I can only think of as a good thing. I've also got an appointment to go meet with a new therapist on Monday. Cautiously optimistic about this. I'd like very much to feel as if I'm actually in control of my life again.