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Unless something drastic occurs to change my mind, I will be moving to Miami, FL at the end of this summer and starting my PhD in geology at Florida International University. No Fellowship (the GREs can kiss my ass), but probably a Research or Teaching Assistantship. I have to figure out how to live on half the money I've been making.
Health insurance can also kiss my ass. Oh it's a great thing until you actually have to use it. And then it's barely practicable. And Griggs-Lang can kiss my ass for not having a prescription plan. Just b/c the owner's don't need regular medication, and the married portion of the employees have spouses with primo benefits, doesn't mean that us underpaid, single, mentally disturbed (ha) employees couldn't use a little help with the pills that make the day seem bearable. Which is why I'm taking samples from the doctor, but I need something different, cuz these aren't working as well as they could and the soporific side effects are getting a little tiresome... pun half-intended.
Also, I'm glad that a coworker felt the need to voice his opinions about the uselessness of therapists. He obviously doesn't know I see one, and he's never seen one, so I don't think he understands... and though I can dismiss his opinions as ignorance (whether I am right in doing so or not is another issue), it doesn't help me cope with the stigma of seeing one. Of course, I think stigma for other diseases are worse. For instance, I saw something on a bus for schizophrenia ("It's what I have, not who I am"), and there are many others where the perception of the illness is worse than the reality of having the symptoms. In truth, I don't think that depression and therapy are all that bad; it is pretty common and pretty well accepted. I think everyone knows someone in therapy, if they haven't been themselves. I feel more at risk for labeling with masochism than depression and therapy, in part b/c I was chided for masochism by someone who didn't know me. But I am getting help for that, too. Maybe starting a group therapy at a local hospital - not sure how keen I am on that though. Aside from my emotional insecurity about it, I'll have to see how my fucking insurance handles it.
Grrr, climbing off my soap box now. Drinking coffee now.
I'm reading the Harry Potter books, as one of you knows. I'm not reading through them as fast as Eric did, but they're going quick for me. I'll be sad when I get through them all. I'm halfway through the fourth book now, and reading it encompasses my plans for the day. Maybe I'll finish the book by midweek. It'll be the longest I've spent on any of the books thus far.
Health insurance can also kiss my ass. Oh it's a great thing until you actually have to use it. And then it's barely practicable. And Griggs-Lang can kiss my ass for not having a prescription plan. Just b/c the owner's don't need regular medication, and the married portion of the employees have spouses with primo benefits, doesn't mean that us underpaid, single, mentally disturbed (ha) employees couldn't use a little help with the pills that make the day seem bearable. Which is why I'm taking samples from the doctor, but I need something different, cuz these aren't working as well as they could and the soporific side effects are getting a little tiresome... pun half-intended.
Also, I'm glad that a coworker felt the need to voice his opinions about the uselessness of therapists. He obviously doesn't know I see one, and he's never seen one, so I don't think he understands... and though I can dismiss his opinions as ignorance (whether I am right in doing so or not is another issue), it doesn't help me cope with the stigma of seeing one. Of course, I think stigma for other diseases are worse. For instance, I saw something on a bus for schizophrenia ("It's what I have, not who I am"), and there are many others where the perception of the illness is worse than the reality of having the symptoms. In truth, I don't think that depression and therapy are all that bad; it is pretty common and pretty well accepted. I think everyone knows someone in therapy, if they haven't been themselves. I feel more at risk for labeling with masochism than depression and therapy, in part b/c I was chided for masochism by someone who didn't know me. But I am getting help for that, too. Maybe starting a group therapy at a local hospital - not sure how keen I am on that though. Aside from my emotional insecurity about it, I'll have to see how my fucking insurance handles it.
Grrr, climbing off my soap box now. Drinking coffee now.
I'm reading the Harry Potter books, as one of you knows. I'm not reading through them as fast as Eric did, but they're going quick for me. I'll be sad when I get through them all. I'm halfway through the fourth book now, and reading it encompasses my plans for the day. Maybe I'll finish the book by midweek. It'll be the longest I've spent on any of the books thus far.