What's up, RL edition
Friends
alpheratz/
maralenenok visited for a four-day weekend, departing last night. With the exception of
cinco's wedding weekend, we hadn't spent significant time together in five and a half years, so this was really nice. We did many things, which is extra impressive considering how draggy we have felt of late. Two museums, a chocolate factory tour, a walk, a city-wide garage-band festival, a fan brunch, a book sale, a movie-theater movie, a little cooking and baking, much TV, and vid watching and discussion. A night staying up too late to talk, which is what you hope for when you haven't seen a friend in a long time.
Bonus: Our prolonged cold and rainy spring meant only one day of death by pollen.
I don't go online much when I'm hanging out with friends unless it's a communal laptop date, but now she is home, and we watched this week's Game of Thrones, so it's safe to come on the internet again.
Hold the U-Haul
I don't have to move after all! Landlady decided not to sell this year. Now to decide whether to apartment-hunt anyway, with the hope of making those previously mentioned living improvements. The lack of pressure could go either way: making the hunt more pleasurable and giving me more power in negotiations, since I don't have to say yes to anything… or draining the motivation to change circumstances.
TMI
Things you can't tell your teacher at the gym, or, like, most people: that while it's hard to gauge progress from week to week because the exercises keep changing, you definitely noticed how much your strength has increased when your kink buddy visited last month, ha.
Health
Having stopped therapy after two years of not getting traction on some deeply bothersome issues with regard to food and body and blood test results, and having had disappointing experiences right before that with both a nutritionist and an endocrinologist, today I took a metaphorical fortifying breath and saw a new nutritionist at our university's health center. And she seems… actually good? Maybe? She shared some facts I hadn't known before, didn't shy away from the fear-of-mortality stuff or the everything's-tangled-together stuff, demonstrated a good mix of listening and talking, and to complement our handful of insurance-approved sessions, said she would recommend a few therapists who specialize in these areas and wouldn't suck. This makes up for how she asks, "Does that bring you joy?" when discussing any specific food/meal or activity. (It's the phrasing, not the sentiment, that edges on wince-y.)
Will we communicate well? Will her recommendations work? Is this a case of trying the same thing over and over and expecting different results-placing myself in the hands of medical professionals hoping they can take care of me, only to be let down-or not letting a series of setbacks push me to give up? Only time will tell.
Originally posted at https://bironic.dreamwidth.org/385876.html, where there are
comments.
alpheratz/
maralenenok visited for a four-day weekend, departing last night. With the exception of
cinco's wedding weekend, we hadn't spent significant time together in five and a half years, so this was really nice. We did many things, which is extra impressive considering how draggy we have felt of late. Two museums, a chocolate factory tour, a walk, a city-wide garage-band festival, a fan brunch, a book sale, a movie-theater movie, a little cooking and baking, much TV, and vid watching and discussion. A night staying up too late to talk, which is what you hope for when you haven't seen a friend in a long time.
Bonus: Our prolonged cold and rainy spring meant only one day of death by pollen.
I don't go online much when I'm hanging out with friends unless it's a communal laptop date, but now she is home, and we watched this week's Game of Thrones, so it's safe to come on the internet again.
Hold the U-Haul
I don't have to move after all! Landlady decided not to sell this year. Now to decide whether to apartment-hunt anyway, with the hope of making those previously mentioned living improvements. The lack of pressure could go either way: making the hunt more pleasurable and giving me more power in negotiations, since I don't have to say yes to anything… or draining the motivation to change circumstances.
TMI
Things you can't tell your teacher at the gym, or, like, most people: that while it's hard to gauge progress from week to week because the exercises keep changing, you definitely noticed how much your strength has increased when your kink buddy visited last month, ha.
Health
Having stopped therapy after two years of not getting traction on some deeply bothersome issues with regard to food and body and blood test results, and having had disappointing experiences right before that with both a nutritionist and an endocrinologist, today I took a metaphorical fortifying breath and saw a new nutritionist at our university's health center. And she seems… actually good? Maybe? She shared some facts I hadn't known before, didn't shy away from the fear-of-mortality stuff or the everything's-tangled-together stuff, demonstrated a good mix of listening and talking, and to complement our handful of insurance-approved sessions, said she would recommend a few therapists who specialize in these areas and wouldn't suck. This makes up for how she asks, "Does that bring you joy?" when discussing any specific food/meal or activity. (It's the phrasing, not the sentiment, that edges on wince-y.)
Will we communicate well? Will her recommendations work? Is this a case of trying the same thing over and over and expecting different results-placing myself in the hands of medical professionals hoping they can take care of me, only to be let down-or not letting a series of setbacks push me to give up? Only time will tell.
Originally posted at https://bironic.dreamwidth.org/385876.html, where there are
comments.