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When do I get to sleep?
You know, I used to be able to get shit done before my evening shifts a long time ago, and it didn't result in my being this freaking exhausted. My eyes are burning, and it's just barely 17:00 (5pm for those of you not using a 24-hour clock).
Today's appointment with the naturopath was a bit of a mixed bag. I arrived a few minutes early only to find myself at the bottom of a flight of stairs in a split-level building, and told by a cheerful bottle-blonde woman of indistinguishable age that there was no waiting room and that I would have to wait there because the "doctor" wasn't ready yet. She ended up running nearly fifteen minutes late, leaving me to stand in my stocking feet on rather filthy steps, the alternative being standing in a puddle of salt water runoff from the boots stacked there. It was not an auspicious start, and I wondered if she ever gets patients with limited mobility and, if so, how she accommodates them.
The appointment itself was very pleasant. We went over my medical history, and she's ordered some blood tests to check various hormone levels. I'll be going in a couple of weeks, based on her recommendation of going on day 22-23 of my menstrual cycle. I don't know enough about this to know whether that's made-up bullshit or not, so I figure it can't hurt to abide by those guidelines. She did mostly seem to A) know what she was talking about, and B) understand the limitations of naturopathy. She didn't promise miraculous cures, and she didn't talk too much or even at all about homeopathy or "vibrations" or whatever. It may be that she sensed that I'm not a "good vibrations" kind of person, or maybe she's like that with everyone. She talked a lot about taking proper pauses or breaks during my day, and she actually mentioned The Artist's Way to me, and suggested I take myself on artist's dates and otherwise really lean into the hobbies and things that I find either restful or energizing. Nothing groundbreaking, but also not *too* filled with woo.
I was pleased to note that she immediately put on a surgical mask when she saw my N95, and she was very accommodating when I asked her to turn down the ambient music because it interfered with my being able to hear her. I would have preferred that she already wear a mask, because this tells me that she is not a habitual mask-wearer, but any level of masking is better than none.
I was less pleased when I later discovered that I did not get a receipt for my payment emailed to me as promised. This is not exactly a cheap undertaking, and I was counting on being able to submit my receipt for reimbursement to my insurance ASAP. I've sent a chaser email, but at this point even if they send me the receipt tomorrow I won't get reimbursed until next week, which is highly inconvenient. I hope this isn't a portent of how things will always be with this practice.
By the time I got home it was a little too late for a nap before work, so I played with the dogs, made myself some food, and helped myself to some of the chocolate chip cookies KK baked. She makes them thicker than I like, personally, but I'm also not going to turn down homemade chocolate chip cookies if they're there.
The good news is that I thought for sure that the next Ministry & Counsel meeting was tomorrow morning, and as it turns out, it's next Friday, so I will finally be able to sleep in a little longer tomorrow. If I can drag myself out of bed by about 10:00, however, I am going to go to Costco and try to stock up on some stuff before this weekend. That way I will free up the weekend to do other, more productive things. For one thing, I've planned a video hangout with some local-ish like-minded folks (Covid cautious, mutual aid-focused, and interested in building up resilience) while I finally start my seeds for my indoor garden and the community garden plot.
So, yeah, I am tired but I also want to, like, be productive and stuff. Wish me luck!
Today's appointment with the naturopath was a bit of a mixed bag. I arrived a few minutes early only to find myself at the bottom of a flight of stairs in a split-level building, and told by a cheerful bottle-blonde woman of indistinguishable age that there was no waiting room and that I would have to wait there because the "doctor" wasn't ready yet. She ended up running nearly fifteen minutes late, leaving me to stand in my stocking feet on rather filthy steps, the alternative being standing in a puddle of salt water runoff from the boots stacked there. It was not an auspicious start, and I wondered if she ever gets patients with limited mobility and, if so, how she accommodates them.
The appointment itself was very pleasant. We went over my medical history, and she's ordered some blood tests to check various hormone levels. I'll be going in a couple of weeks, based on her recommendation of going on day 22-23 of my menstrual cycle. I don't know enough about this to know whether that's made-up bullshit or not, so I figure it can't hurt to abide by those guidelines. She did mostly seem to A) know what she was talking about, and B) understand the limitations of naturopathy. She didn't promise miraculous cures, and she didn't talk too much or even at all about homeopathy or "vibrations" or whatever. It may be that she sensed that I'm not a "good vibrations" kind of person, or maybe she's like that with everyone. She talked a lot about taking proper pauses or breaks during my day, and she actually mentioned The Artist's Way to me, and suggested I take myself on artist's dates and otherwise really lean into the hobbies and things that I find either restful or energizing. Nothing groundbreaking, but also not *too* filled with woo.
I was pleased to note that she immediately put on a surgical mask when she saw my N95, and she was very accommodating when I asked her to turn down the ambient music because it interfered with my being able to hear her. I would have preferred that she already wear a mask, because this tells me that she is not a habitual mask-wearer, but any level of masking is better than none.
I was less pleased when I later discovered that I did not get a receipt for my payment emailed to me as promised. This is not exactly a cheap undertaking, and I was counting on being able to submit my receipt for reimbursement to my insurance ASAP. I've sent a chaser email, but at this point even if they send me the receipt tomorrow I won't get reimbursed until next week, which is highly inconvenient. I hope this isn't a portent of how things will always be with this practice.
By the time I got home it was a little too late for a nap before work, so I played with the dogs, made myself some food, and helped myself to some of the chocolate chip cookies KK baked. She makes them thicker than I like, personally, but I'm also not going to turn down homemade chocolate chip cookies if they're there.
The good news is that I thought for sure that the next Ministry & Counsel meeting was tomorrow morning, and as it turns out, it's next Friday, so I will finally be able to sleep in a little longer tomorrow. If I can drag myself out of bed by about 10:00, however, I am going to go to Costco and try to stock up on some stuff before this weekend. That way I will free up the weekend to do other, more productive things. For one thing, I've planned a video hangout with some local-ish like-minded folks (Covid cautious, mutual aid-focused, and interested in building up resilience) while I finally start my seeds for my indoor garden and the community garden plot.
So, yeah, I am tired but I also want to, like, be productive and stuff. Wish me luck!