"it's not much fun drinking for one"
I am in a foul mood. Never mind Fuck You Friday, it has been a Fuck You Weekend and forthcoming Week.
Ok, good stuff first:
Sara Ahmed was amazing. She is so smart and is a good presenter. Most of what she was talking about went completely over my head, but what I did get was really interesting. I don't know that it is relevant to my work at the moment, but you never know.
I went to see a film as part of Queer Doc - Sydney's queer documentary festival - called Assume Nothing, about the photography of Rececca Swan. It was, apart from the annoying music, really inspiring. The other film I saw on Saturday, Edie and Thea, was also a part of this documentary. That too was really good. The one I saw last night was crap though, I nearly walked out. It was just a collection of 9 different families, but there was no emotional connection, it just felt like flipping through a photo album, which I think may have been the point, but it was just badly done. Oh well.
Verdi Requiem was ok - it was worth seeing for hearing the Dies Irae live, but the rest of the requiem is a real snoozefest.
So, why the fuck you weekend? This could turn into a health rant so I'll stick it in a cut. Feel free to skip :)
So, I've had some fun new symptoms these past couple of months and wanted to see the GP to get a prescription to sort them out. The GP is, understandably, unhappy about giving me anything for my ME until we have ruled out any other conditions that might be causing the symptoms. So, I have to go for a whole raft of tests for conditions that I probably don't have. This would be fine if I didn't have to pay for everything. I should be covered by Medicare, and I was on my Dad's card before they moved. He tried to get my number, but they wouldn't give it to him. I went in today and they won't cover me unless I provide a 6 month lease or job contract, even though I explained I had to go back to the UK to finish my studies. Apparently, as an international student, I am not eligible for health care. I have been all day queuing in smelly medicare offices trying to sort this out, and no one can help me. Dad is furious and reckons we might be able to sort it out with him there to vouch for me in Wagga. So, worst case scenario is that this all goes through private health care and I pay for it. Hopefully we can get something sorted in November and I can get a rebate. I should have just got private health insurance for this trip, but the premium was so high because I have a health condition, and we all thought I was covered. I have wasted today trying to sort this out, and will waste tomorrow getting tests done, and will waste 2 saturdays at the doctors getting test results and sorting out prescriptions. Grargh!
There is a queer stitch and bitch in Newtown tonight. I am tempted to go to cheer myself up but might spread my fuck you vibes to the general public. I also have a couple of DVDs to watch. All I really want to do is be a slob and get in my pjs and eat take away and watch DVDs and wallow in my own annoyance.
Meh. And work is going shit. And someone ate my dinner the other night. And today is cloudy. And so on and so on and so on.
Ok, enough complaining. I am going to try and do some work.
Ok, good stuff first:
Sara Ahmed was amazing. She is so smart and is a good presenter. Most of what she was talking about went completely over my head, but what I did get was really interesting. I don't know that it is relevant to my work at the moment, but you never know.
I went to see a film as part of Queer Doc - Sydney's queer documentary festival - called Assume Nothing, about the photography of Rececca Swan. It was, apart from the annoying music, really inspiring. The other film I saw on Saturday, Edie and Thea, was also a part of this documentary. That too was really good. The one I saw last night was crap though, I nearly walked out. It was just a collection of 9 different families, but there was no emotional connection, it just felt like flipping through a photo album, which I think may have been the point, but it was just badly done. Oh well.
Verdi Requiem was ok - it was worth seeing for hearing the Dies Irae live, but the rest of the requiem is a real snoozefest.
So, why the fuck you weekend? This could turn into a health rant so I'll stick it in a cut. Feel free to skip :)
So, I've had some fun new symptoms these past couple of months and wanted to see the GP to get a prescription to sort them out. The GP is, understandably, unhappy about giving me anything for my ME until we have ruled out any other conditions that might be causing the symptoms. So, I have to go for a whole raft of tests for conditions that I probably don't have. This would be fine if I didn't have to pay for everything. I should be covered by Medicare, and I was on my Dad's card before they moved. He tried to get my number, but they wouldn't give it to him. I went in today and they won't cover me unless I provide a 6 month lease or job contract, even though I explained I had to go back to the UK to finish my studies. Apparently, as an international student, I am not eligible for health care. I have been all day queuing in smelly medicare offices trying to sort this out, and no one can help me. Dad is furious and reckons we might be able to sort it out with him there to vouch for me in Wagga. So, worst case scenario is that this all goes through private health care and I pay for it. Hopefully we can get something sorted in November and I can get a rebate. I should have just got private health insurance for this trip, but the premium was so high because I have a health condition, and we all thought I was covered. I have wasted today trying to sort this out, and will waste tomorrow getting tests done, and will waste 2 saturdays at the doctors getting test results and sorting out prescriptions. Grargh!
There is a queer stitch and bitch in Newtown tonight. I am tempted to go to cheer myself up but might spread my fuck you vibes to the general public. I also have a couple of DVDs to watch. All I really want to do is be a slob and get in my pjs and eat take away and watch DVDs and wallow in my own annoyance.
Meh. And work is going shit. And someone ate my dinner the other night. And today is cloudy. And so on and so on and so on.
Ok, enough complaining. I am going to try and do some work.