Soooooooo.......
I had a little freak out this morning. Honestly, I don't know what the big deal was- other than the fact that I hate hospitals. I've known since May that I need to get this test done (MRI of my brain to check for Multiple Sclerosis- which more and more is what I think is going on), so it's not like it was a surprise. I've been trying to have hubby deal with it for the last week, since he wanted to find out the cost (which ends up not really mattering because I am so close to my out of pocket limit for the year). So I went to the hospital this morning to schedule it (which I couldn't do- the order is so old that a new one has to be written and we have to get pre-authorization from the insurance), and when I was done- I was freaking out big time. I stopped at the thrift store and broke my SYC by buying a dress and picked up brownies at the grocery store on the way home. It's not like I didn't realize what I was doing, but I can absolutely see the connection to both eating and shopping and stress. As far as I've come with both of these things, I still turn to them to cope. At least I am going to Yoga later, and that will help.