that was yesterday, but thank you.
Case worker was a bit of a madam, but eventually agreed with me. See, my deal was I had to ride in to see the therapist. He's ground floor.
Case management is 2nd floor.
I got there an hour early, and decided "golly it, I'll do this month's mandatory check in."
He did the computer thing to look at my appointment schedule, I told him about the cancelled main appt, and how I'm actually glad for it. (Gives me more time on the endoscopy).
He said he feels sick and needs to go home, I said I hope you feel better man. (I had a fever all day, but nobody gives a poo)
Elevator ride down, worthless therapy session where he wants me to get out more. Then Moooore Bussssss.
Specifically, I mentioned that when I day sleep, My mom is bless'ed terrified that I might die. I get it, I saw dad's "naps" and it really is scary, we both look dead when we sleep.
He wants me to essentially pack a lunch and wander. And because of this horseshit, I'm bringing mom next time. Maybe I'm articulating things poorly, and she can break the ice.