Another bed, couch, bath, couch, bed day.
I have disappeared into Hogwarts. Yesterday was disappointing and my depression has been pretty bad the past few days. I found out that many benefits are out of reach, and that disability can’t even be applied for until you have some form of a concrete diagnosis. My PCP, so far, wouldn’t give me anything or even look at my back. He had my twist, (attempt to) touch my toes, and lift my legs — but he didn’t even look at my spine, not even a scoliosis test. So, I don’t know. I should be getting my X rays read tomorrow, as long as there’s no mistakes between the lab and my doctor.
I read almost all of The Sorcerer’s Stone yesterday and started Chamber of Secrets this morning. I have been crying through almost every chapter, as I am a sentimental fool and also fragile. I wish there were more books. I really cannot explain how good it feels to completely remove myself from this world and return to school for witchcraft and wizardry.