"I was having this discussion in a taxi heading downtown, rearranging my position on this friend of mine who had a little bit of a breakdown, I said hey, you know breakdowns come and breakdowns go, so what are you gonna do about it, that's what I'd like to know, you don't feel you could love me, but I feel you could." ~ Paul Simon

(I left the last line about the love stuff in to help folks recognize the song.)

I think I had a wee bit of a breakdown, like in January. My best friend via phone call confirms it, said she was waiting for me to realize before she said anything. Now she is cracking aragasomethingphobic jokes (oh, you're going to Kmart? Send me a post card, heehee taking a trip, just up the street, etc.)

And she is suggesting my health problems is all in my head... yeah, I've had degenerative disk desease, 3 bulging disks, and other problems for 20 years, but this time I didn't bounce back from when it flared up in February and I HAVE become a recluse rarely leaving my house and when I do, I stay within a few blocks. (Filling the gas tank twice all year and it's still almost full is a major indicator.) She's known me from my college days, my drinking days, party days, dance on table days, speaking in public days, engineering days, die maker days, and now I'm pajama days...

I've got a psych appt on monday, gotta do the whole intake shit all over again at a new place (my fav shrink has cancer, he closed his office) and yeah, I did have a bit of a breakdown... now I'm trying to figure out what to do about it.

Aint that what we're all trying to do? Figure out what to do about it?

Any comments or insights?