So, like…
I’m not saying tapering off pregabalin has cured my depression…
Pills that straightup make you wanna die.
But it is entirely within the realms of possibility that I may have been experiencing one or two Side Effects™.
People around you are dying like flies.
This lockdown simultaneously lasted longer and ended sooner than anticipated.
It all comes down to numbers.
All the machines have been disconnected.
Half the country has returned lockdown purgatory, there was like a week there we were allowed out and it was… Well, the mere thought of going outside fills me with dread, which is always a ride but never one I want to be on.
Walk away from something when it’s dead.
Not long ago my Galaxy S6 went full Samsung and exploded.
Sick and tired of waking up.
Shortly before this latest round of lockdowns, on one of my days off, I slept until 4pm, ate one (1) potato, drank 3 cups of coffee, then stayed up until 4am playing 3DS and texting my penpals before heading off for a full day of work at 8:30am because the sleep deprivation makes me feel so alive.
Brought to the daylight.
The coalition have kind of fucked up the whole vaccination rollout, leaving much of Australia back in lockdown purgatory with the vague hope of maybe, y’know, not dying from COVID-19 while we wait for vaccines which may or may not ever arrive thanks to a government who may or may not have lied about even ordering them in the first place- paired with a staunch refusal to invest in any form of on-shore manufacture (in any industry, that one’s not solely limited to life-saving medications).
Do you hold their lives from a string?
Recently my GP of the past 10 (11, even?) years moved interstate. 2020 was kind of a rough year for… basically everybody? And while I’ve certainly been stressed out that somebody who has been so integral to my healthcare over the past decade is no longer accessible to me, he basically singlehandedly restored my trust in the medical industry, for which I harbour significant gratitude. Wishing all the best for him and everything the future holds.
Which brings us to the point of today’s entry:
Finding a new GP, in the middle of a literal pandemic, as a transgender person, is certifiably
u n h i n g e d .
Off. On.
Ran a server upgrade recently which resulted in a “critical error” for WordPress requiring a full reinstall. Turns out my folder decisions and image categorisation from the previous migration was a good choice and everything was back in functional order after about an hour.
Am I fading in light?
Recently I have been able to obtain a little toaster fellow who is not actually a toaster at all but a USB sort of device into which hard disks may be plugged for external ease of access.
Little toaster fellow.
It took a bit of fussing around; firstly in figuring out how to even get the hard disks out of the dead ASUS at all, they were T H O R O U G H L Y bolted in there. Then the regular sort of incompetency I tend to be faced with where one (1) disk was accessible no problem, but the other (more important, of course) was not accessible at all.