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Things to consider.
25 February 2016 11:46 amI had my PCP appointment today. It was mostly a waste of time (it turns out that as a healthy 30 year old vagina-haver who already has a relationship with a gynecologist, I don't have a need for a regular doctor), but I did chat with the clinic psychologist. She pointed me in the direction of some good resources for finding a psychiatrist, and also booked an in-the-interim appointment for me with her (holy prepositions, Batman) in a couple weeks in case nothing pans out in that time.
So, I'm looking forward to obtaining an actual diagnosis some time in the next few months and hopefully finally getting the upper hand on the dragon that lives in my brain.
Also, Trish told her mom (Randi) that we were planning on moving to San Diego within the next year or so. Randi lives in the San Diego area, and is in somewhat frail condition. It would mean a lot to her to have Trish and I close by to help out if anything happens. She does live with Trish's brother, but he's.... not the greatest source of emotional support through multiple, intense health procedures. Knowing that moving down there means that it's not just my selfish desire to live by the ocean (because it's definitely at least partially that), but that it's also a move toward supporting family and taking responsibility for others makes this decision a lot more legitimate.
And now it's very, very real. My subconscious is trying to backpedal its way out of this by trying to convince me that I still haven't given Portland its fair shake. I think this is just an artifact of remembering what a pain in the ass it is to move across the country, even moreso when you own more than just a mattress, two bikes, and a cat. Challenges aside, though, I'm really, really, really excited that this will actually happen.
The sun, you guys. The sun.
And now I have to go take a statistics MIDTERM despite the fact that there are only two weeks left in the term because that class is a giant clusterfuck.
(Also, I was in Austin over the weekend and now I'm being afflicted with airplane funk, so apologies if this is incoherent? I can't really tell.)
So, I'm looking forward to obtaining an actual diagnosis some time in the next few months and hopefully finally getting the upper hand on the dragon that lives in my brain.
Also, Trish told her mom (Randi) that we were planning on moving to San Diego within the next year or so. Randi lives in the San Diego area, and is in somewhat frail condition. It would mean a lot to her to have Trish and I close by to help out if anything happens. She does live with Trish's brother, but he's.... not the greatest source of emotional support through multiple, intense health procedures. Knowing that moving down there means that it's not just my selfish desire to live by the ocean (because it's definitely at least partially that), but that it's also a move toward supporting family and taking responsibility for others makes this decision a lot more legitimate.
And now it's very, very real. My subconscious is trying to backpedal its way out of this by trying to convince me that I still haven't given Portland its fair shake. I think this is just an artifact of remembering what a pain in the ass it is to move across the country, even moreso when you own more than just a mattress, two bikes, and a cat. Challenges aside, though, I'm really, really, really excited that this will actually happen.
The sun, you guys. The sun.
And now I have to go take a statistics MIDTERM despite the fact that there are only two weeks left in the term because that class is a giant clusterfuck.
(Also, I was in Austin over the weekend and now I'm being afflicted with airplane funk, so apologies if this is incoherent? I can't really tell.)
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