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gwydion* "Neanderthal genes found in East Asian population:" http://usa.chinadaily.com.cn/2014-01/03/content_17214513.htm
* "Mummies and the Tale of the Clogged Arteries, an Update:" http://www.medpagetoday.com/Cardiology/Atherosclerosis/43647
* "Researchers Find Ancient Fabrics in Colors Noted in Jewish Sources:" http://www.jewishpress.com/news/breaking-news/researchers-find-ancient-fabrics-in-colors-noted-in-jewish-sources/2013/12/31/
* Greenwick and I spent a few hours working on the old apartment. We brought another load across for me to deal with. We were supposed to start cleaning so potential renters can start looking it over, but my body vetoed this, so I took him home. Tonight is clearly a night to bring out the serious meds. We are down to the tail ends of packing, the big items that need a professional, and the cleaning in my parts of the apartment. Squirrel says, he'll be clearing his room to let Greenwick clean it the rest of this week. I am terribly disappointed in the lack of return calls from movers. I want my desk, dammit.
Tomorrow I must go deal with the gatekeepers again. I thought I was done with them, and had started dismantling my defenses, but it turns out I need yet another letter for my minor procedure, even though the original letter was fine for my major surgery. Psychiatry is a major trigger due to the nature of my abuse. Dealing with shrinks is inherently exhausting for me. I am already tired and my body is in full physical melt down and now I must protect myself from a new, potentially dangerous shrink so I can get yet another letter certifying my sanity for an extremely minor operation that will likely take less than half an hour including prep, anesthesia, etc.. It infuriates me. A nose job is more complicated and dangerous, but they do not force people getting them to pay for psychiatry. No one made me get a gatekeeper letter for the removal of the cyst from my hand a couple of years ago, an operation analogous in terms of complexity and time. Yet trans folk are considered inherently incompetent to make basic medical desitions for themselves, so back I go to waste more time and money doing something unpleasant and triggery to prove I'm competent.
Apparently, in the last five years, they have hired local shrinks that do LGBT stuff at the poverty clinic, a massive improvement over them acting as if I was a space alien when I asked about services back then. I have hopes of it being less hassle, but my trust level is low, given the crap I've had to deal with from the psychiatric community over the course of my life.
* "Mummies and the Tale of the Clogged Arteries, an Update:" http://www.medpagetoday.com/Cardiology/Atherosclerosis/43647
* "Researchers Find Ancient Fabrics in Colors Noted in Jewish Sources:" http://www.jewishpress.com/news/breaking-news/researchers-find-ancient-fabrics-in-colors-noted-in-jewish-sources/2013/12/31/
* Greenwick and I spent a few hours working on the old apartment. We brought another load across for me to deal with. We were supposed to start cleaning so potential renters can start looking it over, but my body vetoed this, so I took him home. Tonight is clearly a night to bring out the serious meds. We are down to the tail ends of packing, the big items that need a professional, and the cleaning in my parts of the apartment. Squirrel says, he'll be clearing his room to let Greenwick clean it the rest of this week. I am terribly disappointed in the lack of return calls from movers. I want my desk, dammit.
Tomorrow I must go deal with the gatekeepers again. I thought I was done with them, and had started dismantling my defenses, but it turns out I need yet another letter for my minor procedure, even though the original letter was fine for my major surgery. Psychiatry is a major trigger due to the nature of my abuse. Dealing with shrinks is inherently exhausting for me. I am already tired and my body is in full physical melt down and now I must protect myself from a new, potentially dangerous shrink so I can get yet another letter certifying my sanity for an extremely minor operation that will likely take less than half an hour including prep, anesthesia, etc.. It infuriates me. A nose job is more complicated and dangerous, but they do not force people getting them to pay for psychiatry. No one made me get a gatekeeper letter for the removal of the cyst from my hand a couple of years ago, an operation analogous in terms of complexity and time. Yet trans folk are considered inherently incompetent to make basic medical desitions for themselves, so back I go to waste more time and money doing something unpleasant and triggery to prove I'm competent.
Apparently, in the last five years, they have hired local shrinks that do LGBT stuff at the poverty clinic, a massive improvement over them acting as if I was a space alien when I asked about services back then. I have hopes of it being less hassle, but my trust level is low, given the crap I've had to deal with from the psychiatric community over the course of my life.