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I’ve been feeling stressed out lately.  Like that’s anything new.  But this is a bit more so than the usual level of stressed outedness.  I’m seeing a tax accountant for the first time in my life, and the appointment is Sunday.  In order to prepare for this, I’ve spent hours and hours trying to capture expenditures, itemize deductions, find old receipts, figure out the basis for some property that I sold, and with that the slew of emotions that swirl to the surface when that whole chapter in my life gets revisited.  It’s a chapter that I don’t like to revisit, what with the ex, the lies, the deceit, the violations, the traumas, the shattered hopes and dreams.  There is that.  And there is the -deleted whinge on more financial matters-.  And another -deleted whinge on another financial matter-.  It’s our wedding anniversary tomorrow.  Not that that is stressful, but it’s one more thing in the current window.  He wanted to go visit his mother in the morning, two hours away, and we have a dinner reservation in the evening, and any time we go visit her, we never get back at any kind of a reasonable hour, no matter how hard we try.  I told him “No!  Absolutely no!”  This particular dinner is on a train, and there is no leeway for being late.  Also this weekend is daylight savings time.  Normally no big deal, but if I forget, then the appointment with the tax accountant will be impacted, and that would not be good for me at all, as it would add to everything else that I’ve already blown way out of proportion.  Then.  Monday.  Two doctor appointments.  One for the gp regarding a lump in one side of my throat, and no other symptoms.  What causes asymmetrical lumps   It’s been nearly three weeks and it’s getting better, or else I’m getting used to it.  The other appointment is with the ob-gyn.  That’s always fun.  This one will be even more so.  But I won’t go into detail.  Suffice it to say that I’m fairly certain there will be more than a little discomfort involved.  Oh yes.  I nearly forgot.  I am also resigned to the mortification that accompanies the process of standing on that damned scale at the doctor’s office, to which I will be subjected twice in close succession. I guess that’s about it.  My weekend forecast.