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Since it's been a little while, I figure I should give all of my friends and readers a bit of an update, preferably before I pass out again.

Okay so, let's dial it back six days to last Thursday. I had been having a rough few weeks with not sleeping again and my anxiety and depression spiraling out of control. The doctor at the urgent care clinic who had me do the blood tests for the hormone levels and stuff never got back to me to discuss results and treatment. So after three weeks of nothing on his end, and a whole lot of mounting anxiety on mine, I had I spent the whole day trying to find out why I hadn't heard anything from the clinic, only for the receptionist to tell me that I had to schedule an appointment with another doctor for it, when they should have contacted me when the tests were in. Sheer bureaucratic nonsense, which really shouldn't have surprised me since I've been getting nothing but that since moving to this province and trying to get my medical needs taken care of. So then I spent the afternoon trying to find any doctor to get an appointment with sometime this year only to break down after hours of getting nowhere again. Martin then called the clinic back angrily and talked to someone else, to whom he explained my situation, current anxiety and depression, and the fact that I have a history of self-harm and suicide attempts. She pushed for me to get an appointment for the next day(Friday) as an urgent case at another clinic, in person rather than on the phone this time, and gave Martin advice on how to hopefully fast-track getting me a family doctor.

Friday was kinda disappointing/surprising/unnerving all at once. I got absolutely no sleep the night before due to anxiety and a PTSD flashback and then I had to wait for an hour and a half at the clinic before I got to see a doctor. He was able to get ahold of the bloodwork results but told me that for hormones I would need to go to the 'special clinic', the one I'm on the wait list for and might not get in for like ten more months with the pandemic still going strong. I actually had a really bad panic attack while he was doing a quick examination and all he was able to do about my hormone situation was go over the blood test results with me and have his nurse find a Quebec trans help-line/website for me. The blood tests looked pretty good overall though. My cholesterol is a little high but not alarmingly so, but it's been like that for years, so no better or worse than it was when I started transition. The hormone levels were a surprise though. He said they could use a little tweaking, but they're not dangerously low and despite being off my 'mones for 7 years my estrogen levels aren't too much less than a bio woman's. That was a pleasant and weird surprise, so it would seem that my biggest problem is really my anxiety, insomnia, chronic nightmares, etc.

Anyway, the upshot is that he did give me a prescription for Xanax for my anxiety and insomnia to take when I'm anxious before sleeping or when I have major anxiety attacks. I've only had to take the ones before bed so far. So I was hoping, hey problem solved I can get back to work right? Not so much. The Xanax is knocking me on my ass right now and instead of not being able to sleep and being anxious all the time, I'm way too relaxed and sleeping constantly. I figure that it's taking a bit for my body to get used to the new prescription, but once I can sit and concentrate without dozing off in my seat I'll be back to work and writing chapters again.

*big hugs to you all and thank you for your support*

Amethyst

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crawling seems more apt...

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with as tired as the Xanax has been making me this week. It doesn't seem quite as bad today, so hopefully I'll move from crawling to stepping in the next few days, Dot.

*big hugs*

Amethyst

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Don't take me too seriously. I'm just kitten around. :3

Thanks BitStream

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I'm trying to and at least it's looking like some progress is being made, even if it feels like I'm swimming against the current sometimes.

*big hugs*

Amethyst

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Don't take me too seriously. I'm just kitten around. :3

You're making progress. That

You're making progress. That's what matters. Eat more soybeans ;)


I'll get a life when it's proven and substantiated to be better than what I'm currently experiencing.

Progress

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Yeah, at least something is happening, even if I have to fight tooth and nail for each step I make.

*big hugs*

Amethyst

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Don't take me too seriously. I'm just kitten around. :3

Diversion

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Problems, upon problems, upon problems upon...., and one's anxiety and emotions run out of control. When dealing with bureaucracy don't care people and the idiots who are their only for their paycheck, it compounds the emotional flood one is already dealing with. They are supposed to help not make things worse.
Sounds like Martin is your lifeline. May I make a few suggestions. When things start building to intolerable proportions leave the computer and the net alone. The only things there make it worse and not one helps in any shape, form or fashion. It has been found the images and color from the monitor also contribute to eye and brain drain. Has something to do with the continuous words, numbers, lack of colors a TV has.
A service animal will love, comfort, and ease one's mind like nothing else will. A plushy toy is great but a real live animal loving one back when the world is crashing around them can't be explained in words. Breaking the cycle of depression is a haul and half. It also means breaking some habits one built up over time. Breaking out of depression is as bad or worse than breaking a drinking or nicotine habit, but it can be done. One must want too. No one else can do it for the other person.
Feel good movies, comedies etc. will help.
Hugs Amethyst
Barb
Life is like freedom, it isn't free but it is supposed to be enjoyed even with all the speed bumps.

Oklahoma born and raised cowgirl

Thanks Barb

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The bureaucracy is getting more frustrating than the anxiety itself sometimes. To far too many people it's just a job and they'll try to do as little work as they can get away with. Martin is my rock though, s/he's been really concerned lately and even when s/he's not worried sick about me s/he treats me like a princess, which given my last relationship is a wonderful feeling. I've hardly been ooking at the computer this week, just too tired and sleepy most of the time to even think about going online or writing.

I'd love to have an animal, I'm a farm-girl and grew up around all sorts of animals, I related to them better than people most of the time and I really miss being around horses in particular. Martin and I had a cat, but he's been dead for almost 2 years now. He was always there to snuggle or demand attention when I was depressed or anxious. We're in the middle of a renovation right now, turning the unused lower floor of Martin's family home into a little apartment for us, but we probably won't be able to finish for a while with Martin starting the new job and the pandemic. As a result we're currently living in a room that's barely big enough for the two of us until the reno is done, and it wouldn't be fair to bring an animal into that. So, we may just have to wait until the reno is done and we're settled in, with more room for a pet. :(

As for breaking habits, I've trying to eat healthier and get regular exercise to feel better about myself, though Covid isn't making the latter easy. Maybe I should try writing a feel-good or comedy story since I so often put myself in my characters' heads lol

*big hugs*

Amethyst

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Don't take me too seriously. I'm just kitten around. :3

Not really

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Our space is kinda cramped at the moment, we don't really have a place to put a tank of a fishbowl where it wouldn't risk being in the way :(

*big hugs*

Amethyst

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Don't take me too seriously. I'm just kitten around. :3

there's a lot of low skill,

there's a lot of low skill, time consuming jobs for doing a renovation. You could always work on those while he's at work. That'd keep you busy, exercised (which helps depression), and somewhat speed up getting out of a cramped space.


I'll get a life when it's proven and substantiated to be better than what I'm currently experiencing.

Thank you Mudge

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I wish they'd move faster too, but at least I've been sleeping and somewhat relaxed, and my body seems to be evening out or getting used to the prescription since I don't feel quite as tired today. That is one of my absolute favorite REM songs, it's usually on the top of my playlist when I'm depressed about something. He actually sang a fairly good version of it and I would have never expected that from an unassuming-looking priest. Thanks for sharing that link.

*big hugs*

Amethyst

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Don't take me too seriously. I'm just kitten around. :3