If I was going to wait to contact the Cellar until I had that kind of date, you'd never hear from me again!
Barring disasters, like me taking another fun trip to hospital, an outbreak of chicken pox at the unit (this happened last time I was due an interview) then I'll be going in on Tuesday 29 March.
It's too far away in some aspects - anxiety levels are spiking, I'm suffering from dizzying highs and nauseous lows. But on the other it's almost too close because I'm feared I won't get everything sorted in time.
Off to Leeds today to get another really brutal haircut.
I don't want to be worried about looking after my appearance to start with, as in some ways it's going to be an even bigger adjustment than before. I more used to living on my own again, even though I fail at it, and I have a better idea of what's at stake.
Had a rotten email from Mum about this. Of all the things she could choose to focus on FFS. Told me "if I went ahead with it" (the haircut!) then I wasn't to send her any photos. After letting myself get all upset, I figured my hair was mine and I could do what I wanted with it. I can live with not sending her photos of me.
By the time I come out it will be about the length it is now anyway.
So I'm off on the bus to sort out some bits & pieces.
I'll be around until Thurs, then on Saturday, but the library will be closed over Easter. So if I disappear in a pink cloud of near-baldness you'll know why.
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