I’ve been back home for two days. I stayed near the hospital for a few but there’s really no comfort like home. 1 week post-op will be tomorrow. Now I get to work on my leave paperwork with this shitty 3rd party company we pay to manage work leave, hooray.

i had my two-month follow up about my brain pills (atomoxetine). they’re working, i think! most of the bad side effects are gone. my provider okayed me for a 90-day supply, and then we’ll check in again. yay for medications that work, and i’m glad i stuck it out for the first few rough weeks.

chuck (foster dog) was supposed to have his stitches out last wednesday, but they weren’t quite ready, so we go back again this wednesday. on thursday he’s coming to the office with me in the morning, then going to his potential adopter’s home for a visit. fingers crossed it goes well! he deserves a good, loving home.

cone of shame tax:

My daughter is 6 weeks old today so I’m a happy papa.

I JUST learned what “self care” actually is. So, I have ADHD and anxiety and probably depression, so I have had medications for all three. Notably my anxiety medication almost immediately removed my social anxiety, etc. But I still felt listless, not knowing what to do with myself, letting my apartment get unacceptably dirty. I get a new therapist and he’s got a specialization in “Men’s Issues”, right? And so he listens to my plight and he says “you care about everyone else, why not focus on doing things for yourself?” He specifies that it’s not selfish to do things for yourself, and WOW. I look at my desk, I’m unsatisfied? Cleaned, wiped away. Dirty dishes? Get em outta of the sink and onto the drying rack? Making my bed because I think it looks nicer. I’m amplifying my dissatisfaction into action. It’s awesome.

And the best part? He’s using Men’s Issues techniques and he NEVER mentions it as self care. He knows I’m a smart guy, and (stereotypical) guys don’t like these “mental health” buzzwords peppering women’s magazines. He simply says: “Do things for yourself because YOU want them.” THIS IS WHY YOU NEED THERAPY WITH MEDICATIONS! You can’t use your newly modified brain perfectly, you need help. And the right therapist can change everything.

Draaaaaaaiiined the fuck out. Too much shit in one week. For most people, it wouldn’t be a lot, but I have significant fatigue issues and it’s just been too much.

Need to just have some calm and take this week to recover what little energy I can usually muster up. So a major break it is. Keep things light for a while.

Otherwise, generally fine… ish.

So far so good! I completed my training to be a poll worker for the election in November, which I’m excited about! Also going on a quick vacation this weekend, which should be fun!

I’ve been using Kiss My Face olive oil bar soap for showers for like…a decade, but switched to Dr. Bronners bar soap this week cause Kiss My Face was out of stock. My partner’s been using Dr. Bronners liquid soap for years, but I never got on board just cause I prefer bar soap.

Long story short, I think the change will be permanent. The bar soap on its own somehow smells like a grandparent’s basement, but it seems suspiciously effective.

I have a migraine 😞 cut down from 3-5 cokes every day to 1. I just had today’s one to hopefully that helps the migraine.

Yesterday I met someone who served on the USS Indianapolis at a craft fair in our town and got to hear stories about some of the people he sailed with and his fortunate transfer to a rescue tug when they made port at Pearl Harbor. It’s always an incredible experience to hear historical accounts from primary sources, and it felt good to be a welcoming listener to someone who, by their own account, doesn’t get out or socialize much anymore.

I’m learning an esoteric computer build system that is wreaking havoc on my ADHD laden brain. It’s a huge undertaking with a steep learning curve. With it I’ll be able to create ephemeral services for web and play. It’s going to be grand, but taking 10x times more than your average bear to learn something is tiresome.

But I’ll get there. I’ll hopefully see the fruits of my labour soon.

Also, I have to prepare a set for a musical performance. So busy, busy, busy.

It’s been going. I think my nervous system is finally getting used to the absence of the one person who’s been here for half of my life. I’m trying to shift my outlook on life and trying to convince myself that I can pull this off on my own. I think there’s been a bit of progress because not every breath feels like torture and I’m no longer thinking of doing anything stupid. There’s a life ahead and I can sort of see it now. It may even be good :)

I screwed up this weekend and didnt get the culmination of Relaxing Time that I had wanted. I’d built and set up a new computer and downloaded the games I wanted to play - and then didn’t get to play any. And now it’s monday, and I’m hurt over it, and I’m avoiding things.

Just got back home this afternoon after a 4-day trip to what might potentially be my next home. I’ve had a tentative job offer on the table for the last 4 months, but some of the processing and checks just takes forever. I should know definitively in like 2 months. While I’m waiting, figured it’d make sense to start exploring housing options. Plus I wanted a little vacation.

The trip was a success; found a few places that would be within my budget that I could see myself living at. All walkable, too (though I’ll still have my car). And hung out with a friend.

It was strange driving home from the airport today, passing up downtown and driving through the neighborhoods to my apartment. That I may finally leave this place that I grew up in, that I’ve spent most of my adult life in (I’ve moved away before, only to be forced to come back after a couple years…thanks Great Recession). It’s time though. Of my family, I’m literally the last one still here. And I don’t have other relatives here. So might as well go. Plus I’ll make a helluva lot more money. Hope it all works out.

I went out with friends and realized the eclipse was happening lol. So we hung out with a random group of people for a bit and got some photos.

Other than that, I’ve been burning out. Somehow the past weekend helped me recover in spite of it being busy then too. So I dunno. Life’s weird with it’s random issues and solutions. I’m definitely tired though. As much as I like being at uni, I want a break. I’m worried I’ll burn out again… But we’ll see.

In other news, I’m hungry. I’m craving desserts. And I miss my dog.

High highs, low lows so far. Monday morning an adorable kitten wandered into my mechanic shop and applied for a job. He’s official pest control manager now unless I find where he came from. He doesn’t know a litter box or the sound of a cat food can opening so it’s probably a stray/feral. But it’s one of the most affectionate cats I’ve come across in a long time.

Tuesday leaving work after a meeting/pets with the new employee, I made it about 2 blocks and someone ran a stop sign and hit me. I’m ok, they are apparently ok (I stayed far back to keep it civil) but my poor 30 year old truck took a pretty hard hit. It’s nothing special to anyone else; but I like it, and have put a lot of blood, sweat, and time into it. Hoping it’s not as bad as it looks.

Anyways, here’s the cat tax: https://i.imgur.com/ntvdV4V.jpg Hope it brightens y’all’s day.