Not the same old, same old...

          So I had regular week for last week but things got a little different in the weekend. On Saturday morning I had my pdoc's/therapy appointment at noon and it didn't go exacly how I was expecting. I had a anxiety on Friday afternoon and it's been a while that didn't happen to me, I took a Xanax and passed out in the couch. So for Saturday I was again feeling some anxiety about the therapy appointment but my husband advised me not to take Xanax or I would be too tired soon after. Fine, I didn't take it and kept dealing wih the feeling that  one hour with the doc wasn't going to be enough for me to put it all out.        So there I was and as always my husband was in the room with us too. The reason he is present at my sessions is because I have have a hard time telling the doc all it's been going on if I am feeling ok at that moment, so my hubby does the job of telling his side of the story. There is no problem on that with the exception of this session. He would not stop talking. He kept going on and on about everything we went through since I crashed into depression and there was just no end to his talking.        So I got upset. I was going through a lot of anxiety and he was kiiling all my so need time to talk to the doc. So I asked him to give me the chance to speak and that he should keep his stories a little shorter. After that I talked for a while but again the doc had a question for him and he just started all over again. Before I could ask him to shut up the doc made a move and signed to him with her hand asking him to take it slow.         Then he said he was going to shut up and be quiet and offered to leave the room. We kept him in the room but made sure he would listen from now on.         Excuse me, get yourself an appointment. This session it's mine. I told my Mom later on on the phone what happened and she got me thinking if he really needed to make an appointment just to let it all out. I asked him about it when we got home but of course ha said he doesn't need it, he was just trying to help.        Well, anyways, I don't thing he undertands how much I look forward into the day of my therapy appointment and how anxious I am to talk my ears off to share all I've been through.       Whatever, next time I might have him in for the first 15 min and then I'll have him wait out in the waiting room. We'll see.       After the session we went to the Brazilian store here in Chicago and both some goodies to eat since it was almost 2pm and we hadn't have lunch yet. I enjoyed eating those yummy foods I miss so much and next weekend we're going back for more!       We went shopping for a couple things and then head back home to chill out in the couch.        And that was pretty much all the ativities for Saturday.        So, on Sunday, I got a hair cut...not just a hair cut, but a HAIR CUT! I chopped off my hair! My hair was long reaching the middle of my back and now it's up to the jaw. I am not shocked because I had my hair even shorter than this before but I looked like a Mom, yes, like a Suburban Mom. Not that I have anything against them, it's just that I am not one of them, I am not a MOM. But now I look like one!       So there I was at the Blackhawks hockey game with my new suburban Mom hair cut. It looks pretty cute, I have to say...       And after the game, when we were having dinner at this very fancy restaurant I even had all the guys in the place looking at me while in my way to the ladies room. Oh, I miss that so much. When I was hypomanic I had all guys eyes and whatever else more I wanted.       I guess I was feeling very confident and feeling pretty too after getting a new "do", dressing up and wearing heels!      Oh my God, I love heels, I have so many of them, all colors, all kinds, and in depression I don't really get to wear them that much.       Well, summer is coming and I am going to get the dust of them and put them to work. Maybe work the cat walk cause it can't work for sedution since i already got my share, my hubby ubby!!       I had a great weekend and as far as this to this minute I feel good. We are having cake tonight at the DBSA meeting and I volunteered to bring the drinks so can't forget that.        So I guess I've gone too far with this journal...thanks for whoever got to real all the way down here. I apreciate.        I am just trying to share a little bit of "me" with you. Can't you guess how I am a little better now? I hope so.       Kisses.