Yesterday was a strange day.  A full day.  And Debbie came upstairs to my office to ask if I minded taking two extra intakes next week.  I happily agree, mostly because I know they get nervous about asking therapists to do even more work.  I don’t want her to feel bad.  So my next week is booked entirely.

One of the PAs downstairs accidentally double books me on my last appointment for Friday.  I manage to see both somehow, but because I’m on call, I have to stay after for a walk-in crisis.  Much to my relief, the PAs do this or that and make it so I don’t have to deal with it.  So what could’ve kept me two hours after work only keeps me five minutes.  I grab my briefcase and walk quickly out of my office and out of my building and to my car and drive away without a single trailing thought.

My supervisor informed me that I’m being sent to a conference on Autism in Indianapolis in April.  When I tell Chloe, she asks if she can drive me, which I’m somewhat surprised about, but excited and relieved to have her company.  She and I haven’t seen each other in a few days and it does get difficult.  

I feel like I didn’t get enough sleep last night.