Here’s what happened in my life over the past week:
- On World Mental Health Day last month, I had email provincial and federal representatives about funding mental health services. This week, I got an email back from a staffer of my provincial member of the legislature offering to book a phone or Zoom call with the MLA. It’s annoying that speaking is too difficult for this kind of thing to be doable.
- I’ve decided on a release date for my new book, A Brief History of Stigma. It’ll be out on November 8 (the ebook is available for pre-order on Amazon and Google Play). Luckily, I didn’t have any major issues with getting the formatting sorted out, which always seems to be the biggest pain in the ass in the whole process.
- The medical clinic that I’ve been going to for the last several years continues to refuse to make in-person appointments, even though the provincial College of Physicians issued a directive about 6 weeks ago that doctors should be doing in-person appointments again. There’s no way a dermatological issue can be dealt with over the phone, so it’s really a waste of time. I’m tired of it being such a pain in the ass to get medical care.
- Things feel different in the blogging world, although it’s hard to say if anything has actually changed or it’s just me. The fact that the Sebastians of the blogging world are sometimes getting over 1000 likes per post hints at an artificiality that’s rather unappealing.
- I’ve started doing a scroll back through my Reader feed later in the day, because there’s always at least a couple of posts that WordPress hadn’t bothered to show me. Why, WP, why?
- How scary that the orange monster is starting his own social media network. If anyone ever felt the need to be cured of optimism for this world, that would probably end up being a good place to go.
- Casper has always loved to play, and now that they’re settled in, the baby girl guinea pigs love to play. That means lots of running and chasing and squeaking. Brownie has picked up Casper’s old habit of jumping on top of the wooden hidey-house (Casper can’t do it anymore because she’s too big).
How has your week been?