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[Feb. 13th, 2011|01:45 pm] |
*has been settling back well enough into his daily life in Gondolin, helped enormously by Ecthelion (of course) and preparing for the springtime tourism campaign* *still, can't deny that he was very shaken by the mission in Delving, not to mention the encounter with Qualmë*
*decides (rather reasonably) to bring forward his next appointment with Dr Murphy* *rearranges part of his morning and hands off Marigold to Becky before he walks down to the rehab clinic*
*stops to get a takeaway coffee (a tiny bit of milk, one sugar - just can't kick that habit) and arrives a couple of minutes early* |
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[Oct. 2nd, 2009|09:53 pm] |
*having scheduled an appointment with the one mental health professional in Gondolin he's at all familiar with (one Dr. Jon Murphy), manages to elude his captors at the House of the Golden Flower*
*in other words, swears up and down he's got a real, legitimate health concern and even offers to bring back a signed doctor's note if it will allay their fears, which are, of course, total crap (as though the lord of the House might actually rain down his wrath upon them (although he might, considering Glorfindel seems convinced he, Ecthelion, is liable to disappear or shatter or blow away at any moment))*
*consents to be driven over (not that it's an offer, precisely) and does find a moment to be glad of the fresh air, even if he's nervous about this meeting* |
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[Jul. 5th, 2009|01:00 am] |
*coming towards the end of his therapy session with Dr Murphy, gets to his feet and stretches* *has learned to relax a lot over these past weeks, even though he is still a little tightly wound at times*
*has seen plenty of Ecthelion and is almost reassured on the days when Ecthelion can only stay for an hour or so because it means he is not taking him away from work* *does worry about him though, because he looks so tired*
*to Dr Murphy, a little nervously* So, I've registered for that computer course? *rubs the back of his neck* I really am rubbish with computers but it's a beginners' thing so it shouldn't be too hard, I hope? |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|09:24 pm] |
*really didn't enjoy the thunderstorm of the weekend but took Ecthelion up on his word and called him (and was thus talked down, even though it was the middle of the night)*
*is up bright and early on Monday morning and on his way down to the front to meet Ecthelion, with a noticeable spring in his step (the sun is shining and his boyfriend is coming to see him; why wouldn't he be happy?)* |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2009|12:35 am] |
*having gotten over the initial shock of Salgant's revelation (albeit with medication and a lot of reassurance that no one else will bother him), ventures out into the clinic garden where the sun is shining and he is learning to relax*
*still feels miserable and heartbroken and lonely but has managed to make it to page thirty-two of his book, with the minimum of repetition, even though he is still unsure as to how the main characters relate to each other* |
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[May. 26th, 2009|09:06 pm] |
*shows up early for his next appointment with Dr Murphy and is visibly fretting as he paces up and down outside the psychiatrist's office* *had been making progress except that everything is getting a bit fractured again (Am I doing OK?)*
*had a pleasant? visit from Erestor during the week (and has the card and flowers to prove that he is not delusional although the memory of the gentle, friendly touches is more convincing still) (it is not like the memory of being pried away) (Don't even think about us) and has even made it to the gym for a very gentle work-out which thoroughly exhausted him* |
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[May. 22nd, 2009|09:50 pm] |
*has been in rehab for ten days now and is on a minimum maintenance dose of a sedative (with some suggestion that antidepressants might be the next step)* *hasn't made much progress with Dr Murphy (and does not realise that Dr Murphy is simply biding his time and losing his patience)*
*has endured (oh, and that hurts) a number of awkward, near-silent visits from Ecthelion (when he was too shy to touch him or too sedated to speak)* *closes his fingers around the notes in his back pocket and he has acquired a few more of those, each accompanying some gift, like the latest hardcover edition of a popular spy novel series (one of his guilty pleasures) that arrived on a horrendously wet day (It's not the worst thing to be cooped up inside today. The weather's terrible. - Ecthelion)*
*thus contained (safe from the outside world), mooches around the clinic, staying close to the periphery of every room and every corridor through which he passes* |
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[May. 17th, 2009|11:02 pm] |
*makes it to Day 5 of his stay in rehab and thinks he might be due a visit from Ecthelion but hasn't quite figured out the pattern yet (Is there a pattern?)* *has two notes and the dimmest memory of two visits (or, rather, the reassurance from the clinic staff that "that tall gentleman" has been by every day) but is not quite convinced*
*worries at the string around his finger as he loiters down by the clinic entrance, eyed by the guards (who think he's going to stage some sort of escape) and eyed by the nursing staff (who are trying to give him his daily meds)*
*curls his fingers around the two notes (neatly folded in his back pocket) and watches the door, in preparation for another day of He loves me / He loves me not* *is determined, at least, not to be too sedated so that he might remember what happens today (so that he might pour over it later tonight, the way he pours over the two notes to extricate some meaning that may not even be there between the words and the dry -Ecthelion signed at the end of both and the phone number that probably does not mean Call me)* |
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uncomfortable
calm