Today, at 10 A.M., I had another appointment at Pernassia with yet another psychologist. His name is Jansen.
Was I less anxious on my way there than the previous time, just like everytime I've went, still? Quite. The leading night, though, I was not. I went to bed a tad earlier than what's been in my rythm as of late, yet it was far too late considering the time I had set my alarm clock to go off at. Even though I only had a few hours to rest, I couldn't catch sleep. I was turning around in my bed, my eyes closed, but not at rest. I had one of my choatic stream of thought
moments, which is basically delirium hallucination. When I would open my eyes, it would be gone. What causes this, I do not know. I mentioned it to Sibie once, but I don't think she gave any feed-back on it.
Anyway. Jansen, like the other people I've talked to there, was really nice. We had a good conversation, but again, it was just a sort of intake. He did mention however, that he and the (student) psychiatrist want to start treatment with a anti-depression drug that works well on people that suffer from depression with anxiety attacks. When exactly this will start, was not clear. I guess I'll learn more on two weeks, when I have another appointment set with Jansen.
On my way back I hardly felt any anxiety at all. While I was on the bus I saw Reshma again — I see her pretty much every time I go to, or have been to Pernassia, no matter what time of day it is. When I got home, I ate and drank some, and went to Bakkersplein to play some basketball with Enrique. It was really too hot to play serious, and that in combination with my hypomanic state of mind resulting from a lack of sleep caused a marathon of goofing around. We went back later in the day, but I had energy worth shit, so we went home without having really played (which is very rare).
P.S. When my uncle had brought my grandmother over here, he got a (stupid) parking ticket. I used this generator to set up an appeal. We'll see how that works out.
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