It's been a while since I've posted, which is a decent sign that things have been going well.
The boost in antidepressants has helped a GREAT deal. My mood has been largely stable and, well, not depressed. I /have/ spent a significant amount of time in that wobbly zone between euthymia and depression. It's where I feel like I'm euthymic, but I know I'm not because I'm experiencing classical symptoms of depression--forgetfulness, missing doses, not wanting to shower, not eating properly, sleeping in too late, and so on. Ally has helped me by checking to make sure I'm taking my meds, and I put in the extra effort to make sure I'm doing everything else.
These last couple days, I've started taking brief walks around the neighborhood. I think I may soon be out of the wobbly zone and into euthymia. The exercise has a huge positive effect, but after only 3 days, I don't want to declare victory prematurely.
I didn't enroll this semester. I was admitted, BUT I wasn't informed by the school until we kept harassing them. We finally found someone competent enough to figure out what had happened, oh, 3 days before the start of the semester. So I said (in so many words) 'Fuck it, I'm not making myself sick to work around your fuck-up, I'm enrolling next semester.' So now I have to reapply, AGAIN. But it shouldn't be too big an issue--again, I'm free money. The school likes money, even if they are utterly incompetent at collecting it.
Ally's therapist has approved her for hormones, finally. She'll be getting her a permission note within the month, which Ally needs to take to a doctor for a script. She's really happy to be finally getting hormones, and I am too. And her therapist has been really useful on other issues. On the other hand, I kind of want to give her therapist a piece of my mind. Ally could have been on hormones much earlier. Why did she have to wait so long for a frikkin' /permission note/ (what is she, 10?) Yeah, I had to have doctors approve my treatment, too, and do you know how long that took? On average, one appointment. As in: "Okay, if those are your symptoms, let's try this treatment." I understand hormones have a more permanent affect on the body, but I still don't understand the wait. The therapist has an obligation to explain that sort of thing, and apparently she hasn't. I /hate/ doctors who don't explain why they are doing what they are doing.
But whatever.
Ally has started electrolysis on her facial hair. It hurts a lot and also limits her shaving, so she gets depressed more easily. Yesterday we were able to hang out with friends while she was a "werewolf", which was a big step for her. It worked out pretty okay. I had a really good time, and got in some good conversation, which isn't too common. Ally was a sweetie and, when I started talking, grabbed part of the group to the game room for a game of Dominion to make it easier for me to continue being part of the conversation (one of the people she took to the game room was our impulsive/loud friend, who has a tendency to blurt things out and scream randomly; he's funny as hell, but it's in his nature to talk over others).
I've got some things to do today, including apply for Spring semester, so I guess it's time to cut this short.
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