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I'm going to the climate change march¹ in a bit, followed by vicki_t_veg's party. I'm not worried about the party because I'm really familiar with Vicki's house and it doesn't seem like it'll be a big deal. I've been charged with bringing the game we played at my unbirthday party. Also (and this is a really good thing) some of the coping mechanisms I'm using for social anxiety are really working, and I'm not having that 'omg, what if everyone suddenly hates me and I say something totally stupid' thing that I used to get a lot for social occasions.
I got some mostly unfun mail this morning.
1. Letter from my doctors' surgery saying my blood test came back with high cholesterol and low blood sugar. The high cholesterol isn't surprising, but it's the first time I've been tested for it. I'm dreading the conversation about it: they'll tell me to change my diet, I'll tell them I know what foods are healthy and what aren't but I'll ask them *how* I moderate my diet and they will come up a blank whilst lecturing me. I love fatty food, and I don't really love myself; it's hard to avoid instant gratification when the idea of dyeing² early actually appeals. The low blood sugar is likely to be explained by me drinking a bottle of wine the night before the blood test. I think I need to repeat that bit (not the drinking!) I don't know the numbers on either of them until I pop into the surgery. The letter was addressed to my old address, I haven't told them I've moved yet. I live the same distance away from the surgery as I did when I lived in Oakley Square, but because I'm in a different postcode I have to find a different surgery. So that means delayed letters for a time. At some point I have to bite the bullet and change doctors, but I have to go through a chain of actions³ first and I'm dithering. Also, I need someone to write a letter to the DWP who knows me, and getting a new GP won't help with that.
2. Water bill for £22 (for just over a month)! That sounds like a lot of money to me, it's one of those 'estimated' bills. I need to locate my water meter and call the water company up. I have a shower every other day, flush the toilet only when needed, don't do enough washing up and do laundry one or two times a fortnight, so I don't think it should be that high.
3. This is a good one: a letter of apology from my housing association for getting my title wrong on one occasion, following a letter of complaint from me. I'm out to them to avoid confusion and irritation, but the person who met with me when I signed my tenancy didn't do the right sort of paperwork.
¹ I know most marches don't achieve much, but I really enjoy them. I like the feeling of solidarity; I hope that doesn't sound too shallow.
² I'm keeping that spelling error as it amuses me
³ i. Decide whether I want to keep my psychiatrist or run the risk of being assigned another one; if I'm not fussed which one I get allocated it doesn't matter which doctors' surgery I register with. ii. If I do want to keep her I have to call up and find out what surgeries she deals with, IIRC they are the ones closer to Gower Street than Gray's Inn Road. I may well end up getting a doctor that is further away than my current one, which strikes me as ironic because the reason I have to move surgeries is so that I am near to the surgery in the event of an emergency. Bloody bureaucracy and postcodes! iii. Make a shortlist of doctors' surgeries and find one that will take me and register with them. This step has a lot of different steps to it, but I'm trying not to worry about that right now.
I got some mostly unfun mail this morning.
1. Letter from my doctors' surgery saying my blood test came back with high cholesterol and low blood sugar. The high cholesterol isn't surprising, but it's the first time I've been tested for it. I'm dreading the conversation about it: they'll tell me to change my diet, I'll tell them I know what foods are healthy and what aren't but I'll ask them *how* I moderate my diet and they will come up a blank whilst lecturing me. I love fatty food, and I don't really love myself; it's hard to avoid instant gratification when the idea of dyeing² early actually appeals. The low blood sugar is likely to be explained by me drinking a bottle of wine the night before the blood test. I think I need to repeat that bit (not the drinking!) I don't know the numbers on either of them until I pop into the surgery. The letter was addressed to my old address, I haven't told them I've moved yet. I live the same distance away from the surgery as I did when I lived in Oakley Square, but because I'm in a different postcode I have to find a different surgery. So that means delayed letters for a time. At some point I have to bite the bullet and change doctors, but I have to go through a chain of actions³ first and I'm dithering. Also, I need someone to write a letter to the DWP who knows me, and getting a new GP won't help with that.
2. Water bill for £22 (for just over a month)! That sounds like a lot of money to me, it's one of those 'estimated' bills. I need to locate my water meter and call the water company up. I have a shower every other day, flush the toilet only when needed, don't do enough washing up and do laundry one or two times a fortnight, so I don't think it should be that high.
3. This is a good one: a letter of apology from my housing association for getting my title wrong on one occasion, following a letter of complaint from me. I'm out to them to avoid confusion and irritation, but the person who met with me when I signed my tenancy didn't do the right sort of paperwork.
¹ I know most marches don't achieve much, but I really enjoy them. I like the feeling of solidarity; I hope that doesn't sound too shallow.
² I'm keeping that spelling error as it amuses me
³ i. Decide whether I want to keep my psychiatrist or run the risk of being assigned another one; if I'm not fussed which one I get allocated it doesn't matter which doctors' surgery I register with. ii. If I do want to keep her I have to call up and find out what surgeries she deals with, IIRC they are the ones closer to Gower Street than Gray's Inn Road. I may well end up getting a doctor that is further away than my current one, which strikes me as ironic because the reason I have to move surgeries is so that I am near to the surgery in the event of an emergency. Bloody bureaucracy and postcodes! iii. Make a shortlist of doctors' surgeries and find one that will take me and register with them. This step has a lot of different steps to it, but I'm trying not to worry about that right now.