Things to do...
Aug. 26th, 2019 11:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miladygreyThis morning:
Aveline: I see you did eleventy-one things on Friday while I was in court all day, thank you! Did you do this one other small thing?
Me: Oops, I did not, it slipped my mind.
Aveline: Just remember going forward that it needs doing.
My Rejection-Sensitive Dysphoria, because that's precisely what it is and now I know it has a name: She hates you and you are so stupid for forgetting that one thing and you are a failure--
Me: *crams RSD into small mental box, locks it, shoves in into back of mind* Not today, Satan. *goes ahead and does thing, adds note to calendar to do it again this time next month, proceeds with day*
I have scheduled a mammogram (my first, but given my family history, it shall probably be the first of many) for next week and an annual exam for October. And at the annual exam, I am going to look whoever they give me to in the eye and say "Birth control pills are fucking up my brain, is there any other method that won't?" The several days per month of wildly-seesawing emotions, depression, and frustration are not any more manageable even when I know they're coming, and I'm tired of it.
Melatonin apparently gives me extraordinarily vivid dreams. This has its downsides when the dreams go dark, but last night I had the dream equivalent of an AU Good Omens miniseries where Crowley and Aziraphale went on a roadtrip with teenage Adam and teenage Warlock, and much fun was had by all. Can I put in a request for a fix-it Avengers dream next?
Yeats is back at school, we are back on our up-at-6am-schedule, and the cats are Not Pleased. Westley indulged in a monumental grump this morning; he wouldn't even look at me when I petted him and told him to be good and not murder his little brother. Hector just decided to enjoy being able to sprawl over half the bed, and was still purring when I left.
Have finished all four seasons and the Christmas episode of Schitt's Creek, and am waiting anxiously for Season 5 to pop up on Netflix. Anybody know a date for that? I need more Patrick and David in my life.
Reading Log: Reticence by Gail Carriger; Empress of Forever by Max Gladstone; The Affair of the Mysterious Letter by Alexis Hall; The Queen of the Tearling by Erika Johansen; Home for Erring and Outcast Girls by Julie Kibler; Harpist in the Wind by Patricia McKillip; The Hole in the Moon and Other Tales by Margaret St. Clair
Aveline: I see you did eleventy-one things on Friday while I was in court all day, thank you! Did you do this one other small thing?
Me: Oops, I did not, it slipped my mind.
Aveline: Just remember going forward that it needs doing.
My Rejection-Sensitive Dysphoria, because that's precisely what it is and now I know it has a name: She hates you and you are so stupid for forgetting that one thing and you are a failure--
Me: *crams RSD into small mental box, locks it, shoves in into back of mind* Not today, Satan. *goes ahead and does thing, adds note to calendar to do it again this time next month, proceeds with day*
I have scheduled a mammogram (my first, but given my family history, it shall probably be the first of many) for next week and an annual exam for October. And at the annual exam, I am going to look whoever they give me to in the eye and say "Birth control pills are fucking up my brain, is there any other method that won't?" The several days per month of wildly-seesawing emotions, depression, and frustration are not any more manageable even when I know they're coming, and I'm tired of it.
Melatonin apparently gives me extraordinarily vivid dreams. This has its downsides when the dreams go dark, but last night I had the dream equivalent of an AU Good Omens miniseries where Crowley and Aziraphale went on a roadtrip with teenage Adam and teenage Warlock, and much fun was had by all. Can I put in a request for a fix-it Avengers dream next?
Yeats is back at school, we are back on our up-at-6am-schedule, and the cats are Not Pleased. Westley indulged in a monumental grump this morning; he wouldn't even look at me when I petted him and told him to be good and not murder his little brother. Hector just decided to enjoy being able to sprawl over half the bed, and was still purring when I left.
Have finished all four seasons and the Christmas episode of Schitt's Creek, and am waiting anxiously for Season 5 to pop up on Netflix. Anybody know a date for that? I need more Patrick and David in my life.
Reading Log: Reticence by Gail Carriger; Empress of Forever by Max Gladstone; The Affair of the Mysterious Letter by Alexis Hall; The Queen of the Tearling by Erika Johansen; Home for Erring and Outcast Girls by Julie Kibler; Harpist in the Wind by Patricia McKillip; The Hole in the Moon and Other Tales by Margaret St. Clair
