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[rivka]

Man, my journal has really been all-Alex, all-the-time lately. I apologize to those of you who couldn't care less about OMG TEH CUTE BABY!!!11!one!.

Here's the deal: there are a few things that are completely obsessing and preoccupying me these days, and I feel comfortable discussing none of them on my LJ, for reasons varying from explicit legal advice to creeping paranoia. And, well, because they're completely obsessing me, not a lot of other subjects spring to mind. Except Alex, who is always safe and innocuous to discuss.

So, perhaps a meme, for variation and/or conversation starting. Via just about everyone:

How many times has someone on your friends list posted about something and you were really confused, but you didn't want to ask because you knew you SHOULD know? How many times have you felt guilty asking a close LJ friend a question that should be obvious?

Well, here's your chance.

If you've missed a few things, missed an entry and are confused, ask me any thing. Even something EXTREMELY basic, like where I live! I'm not allowed to get even slightly irritated at any of the questions - we've all missed things before.

This would also be a fine place to ask questions about things that I haven't referenced in a post, with the understanding that if it references one of the Forbidden Subjects I will probably hedge.

Comments

[rivka.livejournal.com]

Um, what?

[mjlayman.livejournal.com]

The Prozac stopped working early last year and the primary's prescriptions didn't work either (I have a lot of dead brain), so early this year she sent me to psych for a consult. Kaiser didn't have any appts so they referred me out to the Prince William Health Care System. The receptionist there gave me an appt with a psych who had originally been an internist and then went back to school to be a psych because I have so many medical problems.

I spent most of the first visit explaining medical stuff. The second visit, he recommended I start Cymbalta (which has worked, almost immediately I was more functional and now I'm back to waking up happy), but he also thought I should work an hour a day or so, to keep my brain busy.

I explained to him that any money I make has to go to the private disability company so there's no use wasting the effort. He said I could just not tell them about it and I said I put it on my taxes and they require me to sign the release so they get my tax forms. He said I could just get paid in cash and not put it on my tax forms. I told him, no, I couldn't cheat on my taxes (my friend Mark considers this a phobia). He also said I should join Mensa (I used words he didn't know), but I told him that there were just as many smart people in fandom and they were more fun.

He wanted me to start therapy because anybody as sick as I am needs therapy. I argued, but my primary backed him up, and so I've been twice. The therapist both times increased the wait for the next appt, she doesn't seem to think I need help, but she thinks we need to show an effort to the primary & psych, so there'll be a couple more visits, probably.