Traveling!
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stormdogSpace buns!
During a trip to the Wisconsin State High School Theatre Festival, my dad's students decided it was Space Buns Saturday. All the students (the ones with long enough hair anyway) had space buns. Of course I let them do mine too!
I want to start doing more interesting things with my hair than always having it in a tail or up out of the way. Now that my wrist allows me to, I may start again to teach myself to braid my hair. I can do it on someone else, but I can't manage to do it on the back of my own head.
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The exciting news for today is that Danae and I are leaving to see her parents in Hamilton, Ontario tomorrow. We'll be there for about two weeks, leaving on the 23rd. Piper is coming with us, and is sadly unexcited by the prospect of becoming a canid international traveler. I'm going to the vet today to get her vaccination records for customs and some more syringes. Anyway, if you're in that Toronto/Hamilton area and would be interested in getting together, let me know! It would be fun to see Canadian friends I've never met in person.
I had a good meeting with my doctor yesterday. Danae was kind enough to come along at my request because I'm not the greatest advocate for my thoughts and needs sometimes. She told the doctor what I'd told her about hitting my head on the elevator wall on a particularly bad day recently, for instance, when I failed to mention it. It's hard for me to talk about that kind of behavior because I feel shame and embarrassment about it. I tend to downplay the amount of distress I'm feeling in general, taking refuge in more detached, factual descriptions of my activities, or abstracting worrisome activities into a general statement of how I've been doing (i.e. pretty badly the last few days, or really well this week). I think there are a few reasons for that and I'm still thinking about what they are.
Anyway, I'm currently on 20mg of Escitalopram, which is the recommended maximum dose. Since my doctor is a GP she is hesitant to prescribe above that herself, though psychiatrists frequently do so. Danae has a lot of experience herself with SSRIs, and discussed the issue with my doctor, who agreed that it would be good to talk to that kind of specialist. The clinic I visit has just this year managed to gain an in-house psychiatrist. I'll have an appointment with a behavioral health person once I'm back from Canada, which will be part of the intake process as a patient of the psychiatrist as well. Then we'll have a co-management situation with my doctor, my psychiatrist, and my therapist. That sounds pretty good.
I'm up thirteen pounds since my last doctor visit in June. While I wish that wasn't the case, not least because many of my pants and shirts that I really like no longer fit, it's less weight than I was worried I might have gained with all the stress eating. Every time I start trying to manage my food again, the effort is pretty short-lived, which I suppose is another indication that, while things could be a lot worse, they could be rather better too.
Danae ordered me a surprise present; it's a bike bell that matches my helmet! Made by the same company, it's sky blue with a rainbow-colored butterfly, unicorn, and heart. I love it! It makes me want more rainbow stuff on my bike.
During a trip to the Wisconsin State High School Theatre Festival, my dad's students decided it was Space Buns Saturday. All the students (the ones with long enough hair anyway) had space buns. Of course I let them do mine too!
I want to start doing more interesting things with my hair than always having it in a tail or up out of the way. Now that my wrist allows me to, I may start again to teach myself to braid my hair. I can do it on someone else, but I can't manage to do it on the back of my own head.
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The exciting news for today is that Danae and I are leaving to see her parents in Hamilton, Ontario tomorrow. We'll be there for about two weeks, leaving on the 23rd. Piper is coming with us, and is sadly unexcited by the prospect of becoming a canid international traveler. I'm going to the vet today to get her vaccination records for customs and some more syringes. Anyway, if you're in that Toronto/Hamilton area and would be interested in getting together, let me know! It would be fun to see Canadian friends I've never met in person.
I had a good meeting with my doctor yesterday. Danae was kind enough to come along at my request because I'm not the greatest advocate for my thoughts and needs sometimes. She told the doctor what I'd told her about hitting my head on the elevator wall on a particularly bad day recently, for instance, when I failed to mention it. It's hard for me to talk about that kind of behavior because I feel shame and embarrassment about it. I tend to downplay the amount of distress I'm feeling in general, taking refuge in more detached, factual descriptions of my activities, or abstracting worrisome activities into a general statement of how I've been doing (i.e. pretty badly the last few days, or really well this week). I think there are a few reasons for that and I'm still thinking about what they are.
Anyway, I'm currently on 20mg of Escitalopram, which is the recommended maximum dose. Since my doctor is a GP she is hesitant to prescribe above that herself, though psychiatrists frequently do so. Danae has a lot of experience herself with SSRIs, and discussed the issue with my doctor, who agreed that it would be good to talk to that kind of specialist. The clinic I visit has just this year managed to gain an in-house psychiatrist. I'll have an appointment with a behavioral health person once I'm back from Canada, which will be part of the intake process as a patient of the psychiatrist as well. Then we'll have a co-management situation with my doctor, my psychiatrist, and my therapist. That sounds pretty good.
I'm up thirteen pounds since my last doctor visit in June. While I wish that wasn't the case, not least because many of my pants and shirts that I really like no longer fit, it's less weight than I was worried I might have gained with all the stress eating. Every time I start trying to manage my food again, the effort is pretty short-lived, which I suppose is another indication that, while things could be a lot worse, they could be rather better too.
Danae ordered me a surprise present; it's a bike bell that matches my helmet! Made by the same company, it's sky blue with a rainbow-colored butterfly, unicorn, and heart. I love it! It makes me want more rainbow stuff on my bike.
