I'm meeting my CPN here at home for the first time this afternoon. He's due here at two.
I've met him once before, at the doctor's surgery. We had a long chat about my anxiety and panic, and his aim is to get me to face my fears.
Well, him being in my house is facing one fear. By choice, I opted for an appointment with him here, because I need to get used to people being in my house. I need to feel comfortable with that. So, here I am, at one thirty, with chest pains and palps, and I can't sit still. I think I am going to wear out my hoover. I have cleaned the upstairs and downstairs bathrooms, the kitchen, and the hall. The lounge was okay, but I have hoovered for England.
The fun part is, he doesn't like cats. I have let the cats upstairs, where they are happily sleeping on my bed (except Minnie is on top of the wardrobe with her feet in the air) They'll not bother coming downstairs, especially if there's a stranger. I'm not sure how to take people who don't like cats. It's almost like they don't like something about me - as my cats are such a big part of my life.
I'll keep you posted...
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