Here’s what happened in my life over the past week:
- I made a telephone appointment at the clinic where I got my meds ordered back in February. I kept it short and sweet, skipped over the whole hospitalization business, and just asked for a refill of what I got in February. The doctor agreed to order another 3 months of meds, which I’m happy with. The downside is that the web of lies I constructed over the course of this appointment and the previous one left out the part about me normally being on lithium, since GPs seem to get themselves a bit worked up over ordering that. So no more lithium. I also had to lie to the pharmacy about it being stopped and going from weekly dispense to 3 months at a time, and what the doctor was aware of. But hopefully by the time that supply of meds runs out, I’ll have a permanent GP through the patient/GP matching program the hospital referred me to, and maybe at that point I’ll be able to go with honesty rather than the web of lies.
- I had written a letter a while back to the CPP (Canada Pension Plan) Disability people to let them know about my earnings last year from royalties on my first book, which put me over the maximum employment income they allow. I was somewhat worried that they were going to decide that this meant I’m employable and not disabled. I got a call from them this week, and it’s not going to interfere with my disability benefits, so that’s good.
- On Thursday morning, I woke up to one of the guinea pig babies chirping. Guinea pigs are very talkative, but chirping is a very rare sound for them to make, and no one seems to know what it means. It sounds very much like a bird chirping. Later that same morning, Brownie was bound and determined to hump Casper, which looked particularly silly since Casper is so much bigger than her.
- Someone left a comment on an old post of mine about psychomotor retardation asking me to remove the word retardation from the title, as they had learning issues and found it triggering. I don’t question the validity of them being triggered, but it’s an interesting request. The literal meaning of the word retardation is simply slowing (from the Latin retardare, which is also the source of the the Italian ritardando, abbreviated rit. in sheet music), and psychomotor retardation is the medical term for a slowing of movement and thoughts that can occur as a symptom of depression. I have mixed feelings around how much power to give words, and my priority tends to be precision and what’s accurate in a dictionary sense rather than the connotations that may differ from person to person.
- Thanks to Ben Berwick for sharing the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time (both the tweet thread itself and a lot of the comments). I need to get me a horse. Bring on the multiple orgasms!
I currently have a hole in my bathroom ceiling. My upstairs neighbour has had water leaking behind his shower tiles, and black mold is growing. Presumably I’m breathing in said mold through the hole in the ceiling. This is the third leak from him in six years. He’s 20-something, and I give him a failing grade at adulting.
These are the girl piggoos. Casper likes to curl up in a C-shape, which she’s done here as she snuggles up against my arm. Brownie is playing kissy face with Casper, while Toffee is suspicious of me contorting my arm to get my phone at the right angle to take the picture.
How has your week been?