I had some trouble trying to vote in the primaries yesterday, so I kinda had my Irish up when I got to the psychologist's office...

We did discuss the piercings and lack of control. First I was angry thinking about how my life has changed due to the MS. Then I cried about all the things it has taken away from me: my career and the ability to return to work, my mind, my mobility, deciding not to have children...

I really can't get into anything indepth right now. I don't want to cry. I have to drive myself to Boston because my father bailed on me (I'm not surprised).

Thanks guys,
Kay