the ultimate dilemma

 

so here is the problem. I have been attending a psychologist. the one main problem is this. they ask the question how are you at the start of the session. how am I? I am having a bloody session with a psychologist! how the hell do you think I am?

but then there is the paradox. part of me thinks if there was a moment where there was a truly confronting question and I replied both candidly and honestly, then the response was wow, that is beyond mental. I would find some solace in that. It comes across as having some inherent honesty and actually addresses whatever the issue at hand.

another thing that they would never say that I would dearly love to hear is the words I guess you're screwed then. or words to that effect.

the dilemma

 today I was faced with the worst dilemma. Between hoping for luck to come any way to anyone and bureaucratic nonsense .It happened with my sister and a visit to the supermarket. Four days ago, where she was identified in a virus hot zone and a supermarket. That she took so long to get tested and subjected to federal nonsense just added insult to injury. The worst injury is all we can hope for is luck that this thing will cease. This is exhausting and makes no sense, without going into details but especially after parliament question time. Just get a perspective on this damn thing. There was a place I visited once and there was one infectious place in it. The Fairfield Infectious Diseases Hospital. Wasn't it once purpose built? Isn't it still upstanding? Can it still function in some way? Give us a break.