mousme: A text icon, white text on green, that reads Zathras trained in crisis management (Crisis Management)
I am up a little earlier than usual. I must have been tired yesterday, because the hotel didn't seem as loud then. Today, however, I have been awoken by the sound of KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK "HOUSEKEEPING!" on what sounds like every single door on my floor except for mine. They are being nice and professional and respecting my "Do Not Disturb" sign, but the walls here are apparently paper-thin. I can hear everything going on in the other rooms (though it's muffled) and everything that goes on in the hallways as though the people there are standing in my room. It's making sleep somewhat of a challenge.

On the plus side, it means I was able to get up earlier than usual and try to catch up on my LJ posts.

Today is Friday the 13th. It's also a full moon, and it happens to be Prom Night here in Moncton. Oh, and did I mention Mercury is retrograde? /o\ I am not usually a superstitious person, but for some reason these factors really do seem to affect the type and the volume of calls that we get at work. So now that I'll be working 911 tonight, it's going to be a gong show.

In theory I am supposed to come home on Monday, but last night there was talk of extending my stay by a week, supposing I am deemed "releasable" from my post in Ottawa. Knowing my boss and my boss' boss, they likely won't say no unless they're really short-staffed. So that will mean a bit of mad scrambling to get everything done at home long-distance. I don't mind doing my part, of course. Not in the slightest. It's just making everything a little bit harder to manage.

In all the mad rush to get to Moncton, I forgot I had a doctor's appointment on Wednesday. I got awoken by them ringing my cell phone to let me know that "just this once" they wouldn't charge me for not showing up. I explained that I was RCMP and that I'd been deployed to Moncton very last-minute, and apologised for the inconvenience.

"Normally we only accept cancellations if there's an emergency," the receptionist said, in the snottiest tone possible. "But Dr. C. said we'd make an exception for you."

I boggled. "It was an emergency," I pointed out. "Three men died."

"Fine. Do you want to book a new appointment now?"

"I'll have to call you back when I know my schedule."

Yeah. I was nonplussed. It was definitely my fault for not calling 24 hours ahead, but I am used to a little bit more civility from people, especially on this subject.

All right. Looking at the clock, I should have time for at least one of my June Writing posts. With any luck I'll be able to write them both today.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Repress Someone Else)
Night shift today, thus marking the halfway point of my work week.

I ended up leaving work early yesterday and spending the rest of the afternoon and evening curled up under blankets with a lot of chamomile tea, as I felt like utter crap. Luckily, whatever gastro-type bug this was decided that three days of unpleasantness was enough, and so far today I feel fine. *knocks on wood*

Perhaps my body remembered that I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon for the first time in... I don't actually remember how long. Quebec being what it is, after my last gp died, I had no gp at all and no way to get one. A CLSC in Quebec will help you get a gp if you're pregnant or have just given birth, or if you have some sort of long-term illness, or if you've just been discharged from the hospital after a serious illness or surgery. Since none of these apply to me, I had a snowball's chance in hell of ever getting a doctor.

Now that I'm covered under OHIP (Ontario medicare), I looked around for a gp and lo, I got one on the very first try. So in an hour and a half I shall actually be talking with an honest-to-goodness doctor about some of my health concerns. I very much hope that she turns out to be one of those doctors who actually listens and isn't simply trying to get all her patients through the door as quickly as possible. My previous gp was a guy I inherited from my parents (metaphorically speaking), and he was a bit of a misogynistic tool whose answer to everything was that I needed to lose weight. Migraines? I should drop a few pounds. Anaemia? I should do something about that belly fat. Bipolar disorder? Maybe I wouldn't be as crazy if I was a size eight. Okay, I'm exaggerating for effect, but it was a lot like that. He was constantly vexed to find that my blood pressure was just fine, that I had no incipient diabetes, that my knees weren't suffering, that I was basically a very healthy fat person. I think he wanted to find something wrong with me that he could attribute to my being obese, but he never did. My health problems stubbornly refused to be linked to my weight, all my life. Or else he would treat me like I was neurotic and had no basis for any of my concerns.

Actually, I guess what I'm hoping for is a doctor who won't dismiss everything I say or railroad me about my weight. I do have concerns about my weight, but it's more that I've been gaining weight rapidly lately with no reasonable explanation for how quickly it's happening. There's also the fatigue, the splitting nails, the hair loss (that's a lot of fun, let me tell you—good thing I have lots of it to spare for the moment), and last but certainly not least, the memory problems.

I will confess to being worried that I'm going to be told it's not due to anything, that it just sucks to be me and that I need to sleep more and be less stressed (neither of which is going to happen—I get as much sleep as my schedule & lifestyle will allow, and my current stress levels are about as good as they're going to get).

On that note, I need to cut this short. I have just enough time for a shower before I need to get cracking for this appointment. See you on the flip side!
mousme: A text icon, dark green text on pale green, that reads There is no normal life. There's just life. (No Normal Life)
I'm pretty sure I had some interesting dreams last night, but I don't remember them now. I had a pretty broken night of sleep due to a mystery stomach upset. It started right after I left home on Sunday, and I attributed it to something I had eaten that was maybe a little off, but now it's been two days or so, so I guess it must be a bug of some kind. It's been mild enough so far, just really inconvenient and not a little unpleasant, but it seems to be a little worse today. Or possibly a lot worse. Right now I'm a little worried I won't make it to the end of my shift.

On an up note, I finally have my doctor's appointment tomorrow afternoon. I've been looking forward to this since I first took the appointment in January. Maybe now I'll be able to get some answers about why my body and my brain have decided they hate me and want nothing to do with being functional. It would be really nice to be able to remember things from one day to the next, and to not have to worry about whether I'll fit in my clothes in another month or two. All that good stuff.

I don't have much to report today, alas, apart from feeling slightly under the weather. I did manage to switch shifts with a coworker, so I am free and clear for Bean's birthday, which is great.

And that's pretty much it for now. Maybe I'll think of something else to say later.

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