My auras appear to be ocular migraine. Acetaminophen helps a bit (and ibuprofen/naproxen probably would too), though it doesn’t make it all better at once for sure.
My friends and I have had recent discussions on the importance of getting tested regularly if sexual partners change and the importance of barrier protection.
Two friends in particular keep rolling the dice and feeling pretty confident. One got bit in the ass today when they went in for a well overdue testing and checkup and was horrified with their results.
Makes me grind my teeth and want to bang my head against the table.
I’m staying out of the discussion because I don’t trust myself to be kind at the moment.
In 5-7 years I am gonna have to decide whether I want to change my username to Dr Vetinari or leave it as Lady Duck. Hmmmm.
I’m sure Brute could knock it out a bit quicker, PhD programs here are 3-4 years.
My tiny complaint today is that I seem to be doing housework all week instead of research all day. Ugh.
I’m stuck in my car at work because it is raining and I don’t want to hop in on crutches and risk falling and get wet.
As long as you don’t follow the very common practice of calling all male professors doctor and all female professors Mrs., you’re ahead of the curve.
I once had a job where in training they showed us where to find the file to figure out which title to use if someone had multiple titles. I believe that if you are a Lady and a Doctor there are rules. Like if you’re a prince and hold an army rank. Or a Princess and a Doctor and a Sea Captain.
Okay, in Academic APA writing we omit the professional title and use your royal title because Lady Duck is essentially your name…https://blog.apastyle.org/apastyle/2017/05/whats-in-a-name-names-with-titles-in-them.html
Emily Post says that when you’re on the job you will use your academic or professional title, but I’m not seeing which you’d use socially. It probably depends on the situation.
I am calm now. I still don’t want to engage, though.
I want a delicious sliced chilled orange delivered to me on my sofa. And now I’m wondering if this is why people often marry before pregnancy? Is my lack of full orange service entirely due to my single status? Whyyyyyy?
This wasn’t our reason for cohabitation before reproduction, but I will say it was a good benefit. I hope someone appears to provide you with sliced chilled orange soon. Pity Percy can’t manage it
I provided myself with it, and then choked and coughed and coughed. This is my new TC.
I supposedly have an interview Thursday morning, but the person has not sent me the meeting location, like she said she would. So now I probably have to email her tomorrow ughhhhhhhhhh
I am so tired I just locked myself out of my house.
(I’ve been watching a lot of Critical Role lately.) I dreamed that Matt Mercer was my DM and we had just rolled new characters for a new campaign and I had to make a mental note to let him know some background information I had decided on for my character so he could incorporate it into the overall story.
Now I’m awake again and not only is Mercer not my DM, I’m not part of any D&D group and don’t have the time to join one.
It’s -30 outside today.
I have to pump AND I only have one bottle so I have to do one side at a time AND will only be able to pump a max of 5oz even though I am very full!
They are shutting down my el stop, and the stops immediately north and south of it, over the weekend for the next SIX weekends. When it’s cold AF and snowy and walking to a farther stop and/or standing outside waiting for the bus for 10 years is extra miserable.
Also, now we need to find a new way to O’Hare for our trip. Boyfriend was like “we can just walk to {stop} like we did in September” and I was all “IT WILL BE FEBRUARY AND WE CANNOT WHEEL OUR SUITCASES OVER SEVERAL FEET OF SNOW WHEN NO ONE SHOVELS OR SALTS”
ETA: this probably means canceling plans with a friend at her apartment because no way am I taking 2 buses each way when it is going to be 11 degrees F out before the windchill. She lives really far away.
People at work are being crappy again and there are no good jobs currently posted on the organization’s jobs site.
Just had my prescription refill rejected, for medication I need. Had to follow up and it was an “oops we forgot to write this down” so I’m getting it. But seriously, I am so fucking sick of having to re-prove what I need every single time I get a refill, which is every 3 months, for the last 12ish years. I have to fight, argue, cajole, remind, assure, etc. every. single. time. I do not understand why people cannot write shit down. Professional people who are paid a LOT of money.
Totally caused a huge PTSD flare and now I’m trying to calm the fuck down. This is why I’m SO anal in meetings, I asked every possible question and even signed a contract agreement about my prescription. But no one wrote that in my chart. Like, SERIOUSLY. I asked would I have to come in, how much notice they needed, I volunteered to take drug tests, I signed a contract, I said I could go to a surgeon for it instead if he wouldn’t do it. But I bring this shit up, and it’s all “no no, don’t be so worried!!! LOL! It’s fine stupid!!!” and then I do the request, and it’s rejected.
I am so sick of this bullshit. I even bring my own documentation to meetings. Like I am all but doing the job for them. I suppose from now on I will also ask if I can see their notes to make sure they actually write shit down. Like, I can’t do it ALL. JFC.
And now I’m freaking out a little because I very tactfully asked what process I should follow next time and mentioned that this was just the tiniest bit triggering for my PTSD and no reply. I fucking hope I didn’t offend this doc. Like he has allll the power here, and if I offend him I’m fucked. So it’s like, I can’t even get angry or upset, because I need something from him. But I also didn’t want to say nothing. Husband read my reply and said it was very calm and nonaccusatory, but some people are so unaccustom to any criticism that they react very poorly to even calm feedback. IDK, now I’m just losing it. I won’t feel calm till I get a response and the refill info. FUUUCK. Ugh, I wish I hadn’t said anything, should have just acted like it was fine and said thank you.
GAH. And now the stress is making my back spasm. But I only have 3 pills left. So I’m just going to grit through it because if I don’t get the refill I will need these to last way longer than they should. Sometimes I end up cutting them into thirds. I’ll have to get another appointment, which might not be for two weeks, and who knows if that doc will have written down what he was supposed to. If not, he might go back on our agreement too. Sure, he said he’d do it in person, but who knows! I fucking hate this bullshit.