Here’s what happened in my life over the past week:
- My essential oil diffuser appears to be possessed. I tried to give it a thorough cleaning a few months ago, which it was not impressed with. Since then, it’s been finicky, and will sometimes randomly turn itself on. The WordPress gremlins appear to have jumped out of my screen and into my diffuser.
- The weather has been quite spring-like much of this week. It’s nice to have a break from the rain.
- I called the clinic nearby that has a nurse practitioner taking new patients. The receptionist was not impressed that I already have a GP, even though I said I’m not seeing him anymore. She snapped at me to call on Monday and talk to Tracy, whoever the hell that is. It’s too bad the guinea pigs can’t do phone calls for me, because it’s obvious within a few seconds that I’m impaired (because of psychomotor effects of depression on my speech), and who wants to take that on as a new patient?
- I don’t know when the disability clusterfuck will finally be sorted, but I’ve decided not to renew my nursing license when it expires at the end of next month. At the same time, I’ll resign from the casual position I still have even though I haven’t worked for over a year. That will be the end to Nurse Ashley, quite literally; nurse and RN are protected titles, and I won’t be able to use them any longer. The end of an era.
i wrote a couple of months ago about a mother who had gotten a court injunction to stop her 17-year-old’s planned gender-affirming double mastectomy surgery while she sued the doctor and surgeon for treating the 17-year-old without her consent. I’m happy to report that the BC Supreme Court dismissed the case as an abuse of process, as the law around mature minor consent is clear and previous court decisions on the issue are just as clear.
Here’s Oreo and Casper having a snuggle together with their rusty wire hay manger that they love so much.
How has your week been?