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dolariLast night I crashed, and crashed hard. I was woken badly after about three hours of sleep (after being up over 22 hours due to bump-to-the-head induced insomnia) I woke up badly and was immediately punched to the gut before I even stiid up for the first time in the day.
Thus the downward spiral began. After managng to mangle dinner, I found out something horrifying about a friend. She's been having seizures for the last month, for no apparent reason. After pushing her hard to go to the doctors over them she did. In fact she ended up going to the emergency room after a seizure at work, and another ON THE WAY HOME FROM THE DOCTOR'S. Each time, the ER has basically patronized her, taken her money, and sent her home without doing a damned thing.
This put me in a black place. I mean, Dr, Chase has always taken care of me. But he specializes in transgender care, and frankly, does EVERYTHING you could possibly do to take care of a body. I've only ever been sent to another doctor once through him. My treatment by that one doctor was questionable.
The more I hear about trans-folks going to emergency rooms and doctor's offices, the more I realize that we're just not wanted, and viewed as an nuisance, and our health just doesn't matter. And seeing my friend pushed out the door while her problems continued just put me over the edge. I went into a deep depression sleep at about 3AM, and just woke up.
So it looks like I'm a daytimer for today. I have a Halloween party to go to , and Dean wants to do stuff while I'm up. We'll see if this keeps up for long, and if I can battle the black back for a little while.
Thus the downward spiral began. After managng to mangle dinner, I found out something horrifying about a friend. She's been having seizures for the last month, for no apparent reason. After pushing her hard to go to the doctors over them she did. In fact she ended up going to the emergency room after a seizure at work, and another ON THE WAY HOME FROM THE DOCTOR'S. Each time, the ER has basically patronized her, taken her money, and sent her home without doing a damned thing.
This put me in a black place. I mean, Dr, Chase has always taken care of me. But he specializes in transgender care, and frankly, does EVERYTHING you could possibly do to take care of a body. I've only ever been sent to another doctor once through him. My treatment by that one doctor was questionable.
The more I hear about trans-folks going to emergency rooms and doctor's offices, the more I realize that we're just not wanted, and viewed as an nuisance, and our health just doesn't matter. And seeing my friend pushed out the door while her problems continued just put me over the edge. I went into a deep depression sleep at about 3AM, and just woke up.
So it looks like I'm a daytimer for today. I have a Halloween party to go to , and Dean wants to do stuff while I'm up. We'll see if this keeps up for long, and if I can battle the black back for a little while.
