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Jun. 5th, 2026 08:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormSending emails about disability and medical stuff to: professional association, insurance folks, psychiatrist, gyne. Gyne tried to refer me to a psychiatrist, psychiatrist said no and that I should try and on-call one from the hospital. Seems like a great idea given that it's a mix of reproductive medicine issues which half the world doesn't believe in, autism which another half the world doesn't believe in, and maybe-long-covid-or-something, and that altogether it's too complicated for either my GP or the gyne to touch anymore. A walk-in teledoc seems great. I should probably prepare a document for a psychiatrist to read with pertinent background info (have not yet), but doing so will probably be taken as evidence that I'm self-aware and so there's nothing wrong with me. OTOH if I don't they'll just give me stronger oldschool antidepressants.
The last couple days it's taken all my writing and productive-screen time to do medical stuff and I resent it becuse I want to talk about Robs and the garden. Writing is basically the way I stabilize my mental health right now but I don't have wherewithal while doing the other stuff. Also it's the only way I have to talk about my life; I don't talk to people or text them anymore really. That got shorn away last winter, and Josh is the only person I trust to respect my time enough to talk with anyhow. Plus if I don't write it down it will be lost forever since my memory isn't laying things down well.
Relatedly I tried to set a full cup in midair last night. It fell and broke, shockingly. I haven't finished getting the glass out of my feet from last time even.
The last couple days it's taken all my writing and productive-screen time to do medical stuff and I resent it becuse I want to talk about Robs and the garden. Writing is basically the way I stabilize my mental health right now but I don't have wherewithal while doing the other stuff. Also it's the only way I have to talk about my life; I don't talk to people or text them anymore really. That got shorn away last winter, and Josh is the only person I trust to respect my time enough to talk with anyhow. Plus if I don't write it down it will be lost forever since my memory isn't laying things down well.
Relatedly I tried to set a full cup in midair last night. It fell and broke, shockingly. I haven't finished getting the glass out of my feet from last time even.
