In ever evolving news, the isolation that Hubby's going to be in is not going to be nearly as Boy in a Bubble as we were lead to believe. He's going to be able to have visitors within reason and wander the floor and visit the bookshelves in the lobby to see what's new. On the other hand, he has to have the 9 PM shot until they're done harvesting the marrow cells, which is making transportation a bitch. And his daughter left yesterday for a month-long yoga seminar in Bali so she can become a yoga instructor. I'm not sure why this has to be in Bali, other than "because we can." I think yoga in the mountains in early summer would be equally as wonderful.

SailAweigh, I don't actually have a meds management team. I have a doctor who writes a scrip and doesn't know how to adjust dosages. I have a therapist I dumped because..of reasons.

Urgent care issn't even an option because there are no beds. It was in the paper a few weeks ago that right now any psych patient going through the ER is waiting 3-4 days in the ER for a bed to open up. There was a hospital but it had to be torn down due to Hurricane Irene. In three years there will be a new hospital. Maybe that's just for long term cases, maybe I could get something sooner I don't know.

If I were back up in St Albans this would be different becuase there's a federally funded clinic with resources but this is where the bulk of Vermont lives and there's just not... I'm going to make some phone calls to the one practice I found that's taking patients. the majority of pdocs work through 1 hopsital and they aren't taking new patients.

Moving out of St Albans maybe wasn't such a good thing.

Marrow-ma~~

Askye. Take care of yourself and you have been doing very well, so I' m sending you the it will work out ma~~~( seriously you made it through a ridiculous retail season)

And get well ma~~~ to bobby

Oh, askye, that is really too bad. Mental health isn't something to mess around with and not being able to get treatment is a crime! Much find-a-doc~ma for you.

I talked to my manager who was really understanding (I didn't even cry!) and I have tomorrow off. He told me about a resource that's kind of like Employee Assistance but a little more and he said to explain I can't find someone to manage my meds, etc.

I told him I had been worried due to stigma and stuff and he said mental health stuff runs in his family so he understands.

I feel better. Tomorrow I'm going to call the corporate number and follow up. Maybe call the therapist I dumped and see if she'll take me back.

I'm so glad your manager groks the situation, askye. I am glad you are taking care of yourself.

That is great news, askye. I hope you can get help tomorrow.

Good news on the Brendon front. Just a few blocks short of arrival at the hospital his abscess burst and he spit out vast quantities of ickyness into a fast food cup that Bobby had in the car. He was then able to breathe and swallow and felt a whole lot better. This has to be better than getting lanced. They waited outside of the emergency room and told me what happened so I took him home. All's well. Well he still is swollen and miserable, but much better. Whew!

oh good grief Laura. I am glad there is some relief, but ick.

I told him I had been worried due to stigma and stuff and he said mental health stuff runs in his family so he understands.

Oh, I'm glad. I hope that helps ease some anxiety for the moment.

ugh, I had a temporary crown put on today and I'm pretty astounded how much pain I'm in. It is getting better now, so I don't think it's infected or something's gone wrong, it's just the regular pain and achey-ness from the work done. Which is considerably more than I anticipated.

Glad he's getting some relief.

So the day ended with some creepy guy being creepy. Not just to me but in general and asking weird questions and standing outside in the vestibule area looking trhough the window at asset protection and the cameras.

Then he went and sat in his car with the lights on. Which really creeped out the closing supervisor. So he (the closing supervisor) didn't want me walking to my car alone. Maybe he didn't want anyone walking alone but the guy I walked out with is huge so I don't think anyone would have worried about him walking to his car. Which just hammered home that I have another story to tell if I start in on a #YesAllWomen rant on FB or tumblr, which I almost have.

So the other day I got Penny a new litter box with different litter and filled it very shallow to see if she'd use it. She did. I thought Success. I scooped it. I came home to discover a pile of litter on the floor in front of the box. She peed on the floor and covered it up. Now I'm wondering if she has a UTI and I just...I don't have spoons for this.