Last night I lost control again. The stress of moving (and specifically, of having to fit all of our stuff into the new place) just boiled up and over, and the barriers collapsed.

Thanks to some of my friends, I've been put in a situation where I can't justify not making an appointment with SMH, so I did. The timing will be tight, since I'll need to make a visit to another building to pay the fee between getting out of work and going for the appointment, and I'll have to walk, but I should be able to do it. Especially if my shift replacement comes in early.