Living situation
There was a brief period of time when I thought I might end up sticking around Hamilton and moving in with some friends who were being forced to move out precipitously. This would have been both good and bad. That isn't happening now, so I am back to my leisurely search for housemates.
I have first and last and moving costs for sure, plus the basic furniture.
My mother has suggested that, given how difficult this particular decrease in Paxil dosage was, that I wait until I'm entirely off the Paxil to move. I have to say that she has a point. The Paxil withdrawal at best makes me irritable, bitchy, catty, and short-tempered. At worst, it turns me into a sniveling whining sobbing mass who hates the world and wants to die because some friends went out without her (or something similarly stupid). I'd hate to poison a new housemate relationship by exposing them to that at the beginning of a new living situation. Of course, in another week I'll be ready to step down from 10 mg to... ?? (the pill is already split in half, so I could try zero, or alternating days on and off, or I could attempt to split the pills in quarters...). So, I could potentially be stabilized for an October 1 move, and certainly for a November 1 move.
I'm still going to search for nifty folk who might want to live together in TO, and meet with them, but for now I'm ONLY going to worry about talking to people who really have no set-in-stone move-date.
PCOS Doctor Foo
The PCOS clinic called me back! I have an appointment for January 23. Given that this doctor may well be the foremost expert in Ontario, and that she only sees patients on Mondays, the wait is not much of a surprise. They DO maintain a cancellation list, however, and they automatically put people on it. Phew. In the meantime, I'll have to keep on chugging away and hope for the best. And, I have an appointment with my current doctor for Sept. 20, so I'll have to keep on getting ongoing care from her. Hopefully we won't kill each other.
Last night
sassy_fae and
etherlad came over and watched Buffy with me. We're starting into the second and third seasons, two seasons I haven't really seen, except an episode here and there. How exciting!
I've also purchased the entirety of Utena and Evangelion from
auros at a bargain price. Squee! Anime-y goodness!
I just had inspiration on what to do for my next home improvement project. Once I've finished stripping and painting the dresser, there's an old sectional couch downstairs upholstered in this nasty mustard yellow corduroy. Ugh. But, I could transform it into a Super Cool Sofa! I could remove the upholstery, add more stuffing to make it into a true ass-eating couch (term coined by
kineticphoenix and
riseorbleed), and then re-upholster it in something attractive and comfy! Yes! It would be expensive but fun.
There was a brief period of time when I thought I might end up sticking around Hamilton and moving in with some friends who were being forced to move out precipitously. This would have been both good and bad. That isn't happening now, so I am back to my leisurely search for housemates.
I have first and last and moving costs for sure, plus the basic furniture.
My mother has suggested that, given how difficult this particular decrease in Paxil dosage was, that I wait until I'm entirely off the Paxil to move. I have to say that she has a point. The Paxil withdrawal at best makes me irritable, bitchy, catty, and short-tempered. At worst, it turns me into a sniveling whining sobbing mass who hates the world and wants to die because some friends went out without her (or something similarly stupid). I'd hate to poison a new housemate relationship by exposing them to that at the beginning of a new living situation. Of course, in another week I'll be ready to step down from 10 mg to... ?? (the pill is already split in half, so I could try zero, or alternating days on and off, or I could attempt to split the pills in quarters...). So, I could potentially be stabilized for an October 1 move, and certainly for a November 1 move.
I'm still going to search for nifty folk who might want to live together in TO, and meet with them, but for now I'm ONLY going to worry about talking to people who really have no set-in-stone move-date.
PCOS Doctor Foo
The PCOS clinic called me back! I have an appointment for January 23. Given that this doctor may well be the foremost expert in Ontario, and that she only sees patients on Mondays, the wait is not much of a surprise. They DO maintain a cancellation list, however, and they automatically put people on it. Phew. In the meantime, I'll have to keep on chugging away and hope for the best. And, I have an appointment with my current doctor for Sept. 20, so I'll have to keep on getting ongoing care from her. Hopefully we won't kill each other.
Last night
I've also purchased the entirety of Utena and Evangelion from
I just had inspiration on what to do for my next home improvement project. Once I've finished stripping and painting the dresser, there's an old sectional couch downstairs upholstered in this nasty mustard yellow corduroy. Ugh. But, I could transform it into a Super Cool Sofa! I could remove the upholstery, add more stuffing to make it into a true ass-eating couch (term coined by