Eleven millionth try at making a post. I have been very slumpy and garbage-headed. There have been actual panic attacks for the first time in ages, and self-harm thoughts, and no sleep, and all that anxiety crap.
I saw a locum doctor and she was twelve, so I helped her decide that I needed some more medical support and that support would be amitriptyline 10mg at night. I dream of a doctor that will actually give me medical advice. (And since I'm dreaming, a doctor who is LGBT friendly rather than oblivious and likely to freak out if I even ask if they're LGBT friendly.)
The amitriptyline is working though: my mood is slowly elevating, I can sleep, and a work day doesn't strip me back to bare bones with exhaustion. I can write this entry! I'm still wanting to sit still with headphones on and crochet all day, but there's no harm in that. I have made a lot of hats.
I managed to get a Yuletide letter written, and and my sign-up done in time. I love my assignment and will love writing it. I wrote a last minute treat for
femslashex.
I've got so many fics to post - some from
fandomgiftbox that need posting here, and some unposted for
15kisses that are written but I can't seem to find the energy to actually post. And I need to plan for NaNo: I've got a sequel to Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters to write, my never-ending fixit fic for S5 of Person of Interest to finish, and my super never-ending post-Winter Soldier road trip fic to finish. I think the Winter Soldier one is closing in on the end? I think??
And I have made no Christmas cards. And I'm out of sympathy cards. (I make my own sympathy cards because I need them quite frequently, which sounds gruesome, but I work in healthcare with some very elderly patients. It's a nice thing to be able to send a handmade card when one of them passes on.)
Media I have absorbed:
( Mindhunter: spoilers for the whole series )
( ST: Disco Very - spoilers up to 1.06 Lethe )
( Spoilers for The Good Place )
( Thoughts on Black Sails - spoilers for the first eight eps )
( Spoilers for Supergirl S3.03 Far From the Tree )
It has actually taken me two weeks to write this post. Things aren't great in my treehouse. Kangaroos loose in the top paddock. One snag short of a barbie. Few sangas short of a picnic. (How many of these can I spool out? Mullions, mate.)
I saw a locum doctor and she was twelve, so I helped her decide that I needed some more medical support and that support would be amitriptyline 10mg at night. I dream of a doctor that will actually give me medical advice. (And since I'm dreaming, a doctor who is LGBT friendly rather than oblivious and likely to freak out if I even ask if they're LGBT friendly.)
The amitriptyline is working though: my mood is slowly elevating, I can sleep, and a work day doesn't strip me back to bare bones with exhaustion. I can write this entry! I'm still wanting to sit still with headphones on and crochet all day, but there's no harm in that. I have made a lot of hats.
I managed to get a Yuletide letter written, and and my sign-up done in time. I love my assignment and will love writing it. I wrote a last minute treat for
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I've got so many fics to post - some from
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And I have made no Christmas cards. And I'm out of sympathy cards. (I make my own sympathy cards because I need them quite frequently, which sounds gruesome, but I work in healthcare with some very elderly patients. It's a nice thing to be able to send a handmade card when one of them passes on.)
Media I have absorbed:
( Mindhunter: spoilers for the whole series )
( ST: Disco Very - spoilers up to 1.06 Lethe )
( Spoilers for The Good Place )
( Thoughts on Black Sails - spoilers for the first eight eps )
( Spoilers for Supergirl S3.03 Far From the Tree )
It has actually taken me two weeks to write this post. Things aren't great in my treehouse. Kangaroos loose in the top paddock. One snag short of a barbie. Few sangas short of a picnic. (How many of these can I spool out? Mullions, mate.)