I am pleased to report that I took care of things just fine on Thursday. I took my child and her imaging and lab results to an out-of-town specialist and it turns out that her tummy is just fine and she only needs a slight dietary tweak (more fiber). I guess this is what can happen when little girls turn into teenagers and go off with their buddies and indulge at McDonald's (yuck!) a tad too often. The things that I worried about being triggers turned out to be okay. Flashback City is over with and I handled the interstate highway and the doctor visit just fine. I am so grateful for the very caring and loving support I have been receiving from my therapist during this time. With the child health issue, the stress of tax season and Easter triggers all on top of all of my usual problems and responsibilities, his love and care has been extremely valuable to me.

In other news, I am about halfway done with my taxes. I am sure I will finish by the deadline. This is usually a very, very terrible time for me. It is extremely stressful, which makes me dissociate. Once dissociation reaches a certain level it can make these kinds of jobs even harder for me. Yeah, the whole tax thing still sucks big green donkey balls in hell, but... I am halfway through and have gotten a certain (big) amount of upset with the whole thing, but no one in here has thrown up or started crying so far during the process. This is DEFINITE progress. I don't think I have done my taxes without puking or crying since about 2003 or so.

After I finish my taxes, I will be more free to share my plans about how I am going to love and protect the little girl from The Mother/ that nasty cunt over Easter weekend. And now I'm going to crash out in bed and get some sleep. G'night.