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.


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 :-)