Dancing Days
My psychiatrist put me on some new medication, or rather started me on a dosing program for stronger medication. We'll see how it pans out. It takes six weeks to get up to what is considered a medicinal dose. I already feel better, so there's clearly a placebo/psychosomatic effect at play, but I don't care. Give me a Tic Tac and call a Perfection Elixir. Just let it work.
Of course, I also learned my psychiatrist is charging me $140 for a missed appointment that I showed up for and she double-booked. Her office contends that I was scheduled for the day before, which I call shenanigans on but they have documentation and I don't so I'm $140 poorer. NC State-itis strikes again. From now on, I am going to photograph and save every goddamn receipt, slip of paper, and note I'm given. Thankfully my ISPs can collect confidential information and sell it without my permission...wait...
And yeah, there's all that. I've had one confirmed friend who decided they should be elsewhere over the state of the country/world. I didn't know him THAT well, but it's always nice to message somebody on Facebook and say 'hey, haven't heard from you in a few weeks, you doing okay' and get a response from his boyfriend about how the funeral was last week.
I just want the world to be okay. And I want to be excited again. And for said excitement to live up to it.
Maybe I'm on my way there. Maybe we all are.
Here's to hoping.
Of course, I also learned my psychiatrist is charging me $140 for a missed appointment that I showed up for and she double-booked. Her office contends that I was scheduled for the day before, which I call shenanigans on but they have documentation and I don't so I'm $140 poorer. NC State-itis strikes again. From now on, I am going to photograph and save every goddamn receipt, slip of paper, and note I'm given. Thankfully my ISPs can collect confidential information and sell it without my permission...wait...
And yeah, there's all that. I've had one confirmed friend who decided they should be elsewhere over the state of the country/world. I didn't know him THAT well, but it's always nice to message somebody on Facebook and say 'hey, haven't heard from you in a few weeks, you doing okay' and get a response from his boyfriend about how the funeral was last week.
I just want the world to be okay. And I want to be excited again. And for said excitement to live up to it.
Maybe I'm on my way there. Maybe we all are.
Here's to hoping.