Health Stuff

Podiatrist down. Mostly good news. Yearly checkups for now. Need orthotics though. Gotta keep my feet all healthy and stuff.

Brown skinned legs standing in the sand

Next is dentist. I’m scared, honestly. My gums are in very poor shape. It’s likely going to take a lot of work to get a healthy mouth.

The earliest appointment with the rheumatologist I could get is late October but it is scheduled.

I have to get Finn fixed and microchipped very soon.

finn in lap2

Mentally/emotionally, I’m up and down but not as down. Thanks, effexor! Also trying to be social. I *think* I made some real connections Saturday night. Hope this is the start of really developing a friend circle and start putting down roots which is vital to my mental health.

 

My disability claim was denied as many, many, many, many people warned me would happen.  Now I have to decide if I have the spoons to get a lawyer and appeal.   It feels overwhelming.

I will note that I have made phone calls and gotten necessary medical appointments.  So that feels like a huge accomplishment to me.  I will also note that I have several other phone calls to make which I’ve not steeled myself to make as of yet.  I still need to see a nephrologist and a therapist and get my eyes checked.  And now I need to get an appointment to get my feet all measured for orthotics so they stay as healthy as possible.

Please do not tell me how easy it is to just call see: Why don’t you just…

I guess I will continue to get out of bed each day and do what I am able.

Special thanks to my lovely, generous friends who manage to show me in a myriad of ways that I am loved.

A Helping Hand

 

 

 

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Restless

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I feel like I’m waiting, waiting, waiting.   The requested evals are done.  So I am waiting for some strangers in an office not too far from here to decide if I am broken enough to receive disability.

I am seeing pictures from my friends at Pennsic and my friends travelling to Worldcon and I am wistful.  I want to travel.  I want to dress up in funny clothes and have magical encounters.

I miss my Nia.  She’s haunting my dreams.  I hope she’s okay.  Yes, I’ve tried to contact her but I have heard nothing back.  I worry, too, about my friend Beth.  I miss, as well, those friends and acquaintances from all of the places I’ve lived and visited over the years.

Worry is my old friend. I fret, as usual, about money.  I fret about being useless.  I couldn’t even hold the coffee carafe to fill it this morning.  I had to use two hands.  I had a spurt of activity feeding the critters (birds and kitties).  I fed myself too.  But then I was tired, tired.  I just want a nap.

Or I want to be elsewhere.  Or maybe someone else.  My 25 year old self, maybe.  Or in a different universe where I stayed in NC.  Or finished my degree and did good things for humanity.  Or never left Tucson.  Or ran off to join a commune.

I hate, hate, hate having to ask others for help all the time.  I remember when I was the one able to lend a hand.  Buy a meal or run an errand.

I am sad.  I am useless.

Gratitude

Over the past few days, I have received so much support and generosity. I am humbled and frankly stunned to see how much my community, my chosen family, my tribe truly cares. Not just about me. I have seen beautiful expressions of support and love. I have teared up many times.

Y’all keep my hope a living, breathing thing. I am deeply grateful to each of you.