Finally, after months and months of fighting with my insurance and getting details and records, I got to meet the TMS psych and he officially approved me for TMS. Hopefully starting next week. I was advised to restart my therapy sessions. I have not seen my therapist since before Covid. I just dread it because it means I have to adult and go out into the masses.
The pandemic, not having transportation, telehealth and delivery services have spoiled me and sometimes I think I could easily become agoraphobic. Or something close to it. A hermit, maybe that's the term I am looking for. The only time I get out is with medical transport to the few doc visits I do have, usually for testing. I miss being able to drive. I have a van but no money to get any kind of testing to see what is wrong with it. I miss it desperately. I am tired of doing rescuing and fostering remotely. It is just not working.
The pandemic, not having transportation, telehealth and delivery services have spoiled me and sometimes I think I could easily become agoraphobic. Or something close to it. A hermit, maybe that's the term I am looking for. The only time I get out is with medical transport to the few doc visits I do have, usually for testing. I miss being able to drive. I have a van but no money to get any kind of testing to see what is wrong with it. I miss it desperately. I am tired of doing rescuing and fostering remotely. It is just not working.


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