shit went down at my appointments yesterday
if i typed out everything that happened, it’d probably take a couple hours and i’d bore you guys to tears. basically:
- i am 94 pounds (after eating and drinking all day)
- i don’t get to make my meals anymore (parents do, yipee)
- i have to go eat lunch with my mom again
- i can’t skate anymore
- i can’t exercise at all
- i will probably need to go back to PHP, and if i refuse they’re going to try to “re-create PHP” at home
- if they turn my house into a treatment center i will shoot my parents and/or my team
- the last resort is residential
- we’re having a team meeting with the whole crew (me, parents, nutritionist, therapist, medical doctor, psychiatrist) on thursday to discuss everything


