Thursday, May 19, 2005

Eleven hours until we say good-bye

In eleven hours I meet with my Primary for the last time. I may be in denial. I may be feeling a little numb. I may be feeling really sad. I may be feeling a little excited. I may just be really tired.

In eleven hours and fifty minutes, I leave C4 and float in some weird mental health limbo for the next four days until my "Intake Evaluation" at some city clinic in the ghetto.

Eleven hours.

2 comments:

Barb said...

Is this because of insurance, or something?

Mac said...

Actually because of no health insurance.
And clinic transfer due to the fact that I moved out of C4's area and my Primary's internship finished up at C4.
Thanks for popping in :-)