Tomorrow is my last evening at IOP, or for you newcomers, Intensive Outpatient Therapy, which is the group therapy I have been attending faithfully for 3 hours every Monday, Wednesday and Friday ever since I got out of the looney bin in early December. Yesssss going and spilling my guts to these relative strangers who I grew to love in a weird way has become a habit that’s going to be hard to break! First of all, what am I going to do with all that time? I can’t return to the obsessive, isolated hag I was pre-hospital. For sure, no. And two. I have got to do some serious work at fighting the chunk at this point. This little light-deprived thc-heavy brain is gorging on any sugar carb-o-rama it sees and the results are not great. Let’s just say I need to get back on track. So I will be spending the extra time walking the streets and panhandling. I figure I will get my exercise, meet lots of people and hell, just get out there, ya know?
Oh wait! This is a post about my last IOP session! They don’t do this…but everybody is going to bring snacks! So we can have a little party. And I am going to bring my fellow IOP’eans some Farewell Fudge. Some of Sassy’s High Octane Fudge. Rated R must be 17 or over, period! On the down-low of course! Just like this post is. Shhhhhhhh! Don’t tell!!